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478 (04/05/1983) D BÁNGLÁ DIALECT


ÁKÁSHE CUMKI GÁNTHÁ
TÁRÁ HÁSE OI ÁKÁSHE
ÁKÁSHE CUMKI GÁNTHÁ

OI TÁRÁRI SANGE ÁMI
RÁTI JEGE RAIGO,
RÁTI JEGE RAI
ÁKÁSHE CUMKI GÁNTHÁ

TÁRÁ HÁSE OI ÁKÁSHE
ÁKÁSHE CUMKI GÁNTHÁ

DAMAKÁ HAVÁ DEY JE DOLÁ
D́HALE PAŔI PALÁSH VANER GÁY
UŔATE GIYE PÁI JE VYATHÁ
SABÁI TAKHAN ÁMÁY CHEŔE JÁY
ÁBÁR TÁRÁR OI JHALAMALÁNI
DEY GO ÁNI NOTUN KARE RANGER ROSHANÁI

CAO DIKETE MÁDAL BÁJE
SABÁI SÁJE NÁCER SÁJE GO
TOR CHO DEKHE ÁR BÁNCINÁ
E KATHÁ TUI BHULALI KENO GO
MORE NÁ GHAR KE NILI GHÁT́ KE DILI
EKHAN ÁMI KOTHÁY JÁBO BOLO
ÁJI DEVATÁ ÁMÁR GATI GO
JÁGE BHORER RÁTE PUV ÁKÁSHE OI
ÁKÁSHE CUMKI GÁNTHÁ

TÁRÁ HÁSE OI ÁKÁSHE
ÁKÁSHE CUMKI GÁNTHÁ


Stars smile in the gold spangled sky.
With the stars I stay awake all night.
Gusty winds swish around
dashing me, at times, against the palash trees.

I like to fly alone
but alas I cannot.

Others have deserted me.
I look up to the sky,
to the shining stars.
I feel new light in life.

Drums beat all around.
People are dressed in gay apparel.
I want to laugh at Your showy dress.
Why do You forget all things?

Neither You allow me to go near You
nor do You allow me to go far.
Tell me, then, where I can go?

O Lord You are my only shelter now,
You in the eastern morning sky.







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