ÁRO REKHO NÁ BENDHE ÁMÁY
PRITHIVII KÁNDIÁ JÁY
BHORER RAVIRE KUÁSHÁ
TIMIRE GRASIÁ PHELITE CÁY
ÁRO REKHO NÁ BENDHE ÁMÁY
PRITHIVII KÁNDIÁ JÁY
ANNA VASTRA NÁHIKO NIVÁSA
ANÁTHA ÁTUR GHERE BHAYA TRÁSA
JYOTSNÁY NEI SUŚAMÁRI
ÁBHÁSA KALAUNKA KÁLIMÁY
ÁRO REKHO NÁ BENDHE ÁMÁY
PRITHIVII KÁNDIÁ JÁY
MÁNAVA HÁRIYECHE MÁNAVATÁ
DHARMER NÁME ÁSURII KRÚRATÁ
SAMÁJER MASI MÁKHÁ HINSRATÁ
PISHÁCA PREŚAŃÁ PÁY
ÁRO REKHO NÁ BENDHE ÁMÁY
PRITHIVII KÁNDIÁ JÁY
The world goes on crying,” Do not keep me bound any more. The dark fog tries to devour
the morning sun. There in food, cloth and home. The destitute and afflicted are terrorized
with fear. There is no trace of charm in the moonlight, due to darkness of blemish. The
human beings have lost humanity, in the name of religion, there is demonic cruelty. In the
society, there is darkness absorbed brutality. The monsters get propulsion.