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4983 (29/08/1990) D (Shiva)


TÁ THAE TÁ THAE THAE THAE NÁCE BHAERAVA OI,
HÁTER HUTÁSH KÁMPE VÁTÁSE ,
MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE

KETU KAMPRAMÁN ULKÁ VAHNIMÁN
TÁRÁ KHASE NABHE SANTRÁSE
SUJAN CHUT́E ESO SUMAN NÁCE HÁSO,
ÁÁ,
SUJAN CHUT́E ESO SUMAN NÁCE HÁSO,
TÁLE TÁL DIYE BOLO MÁ BHAEH BOLITE BOLO
SHONO TÁR NIKKAN KÁNE BHÁSE
MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE

NUPÚRER JHAUNKÁRE PÁPII MRYAMÁŃ,
ÁÁ,
NUPÚRER JHAUNKÁRE PÁPII MRYAMÁŃ,
VIŚÁŃER HUNKÁRE PISHÁC KŚIIYAMÁN
D́AMBARU AMBARE ÁNACHE NÚTAN VÁN,
DÁNAVER SHEŚA DASHÁ ESECHE
MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE

TÁ THAE TÁ THAE THAE THAE NÁCE BHAERAVA OI,
HÁTER HUTÁSH KÁMPE VÁTÁSE ,
MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE


The terrible Lord Shiva is dancing with rhythms. With flaming torch in hand, the air
oscillates, and open matted hair is spread in the sky. The meteorites and comets are
shaking, and burning stars are slipping off due to great fear. O the good people, with
good mind, dance and smile, with beats of the rhythm, move on, and go on saying, “do not
fear”. Listen, the tinkling of His anklebell floats in the ears. Due to twang of the
anklet, the sinners are about to die. By the roar of the long horn, the ghosts are on
verge of destroying. The sound of d’ambaru, the hand held drum, brings new flood, and
the last stage of the devil has come.



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