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925 (03/10/1983) K


EI NÁ, SONÁ JHARÁ PRABHÁTE
ÁLO BHARÁ NISHIITHE
SVAPNA GHERÁ AJAY TIIRE
DIN JE KET́E JÁY
ÁMÁR, DIN JE KET́E JÁY

CÁKÁI PÁHÁŔ HOTE NIICE
NEVE ESE NECE NECE
HIUNGULÁ KUNURER SURE
PÚRVA DESHE DHÁY
ÁMÁR, DIN JE KET́E JÁY

VIIR BHÚMERI RÁUNGÁ MÁT́I
VARDHAMÁNER SABUJ GHÁT́I
SNIGDHA HIYÁ SPARSHA KARE
NADIIYÁ SIIMÁY
ÁMÁR, DIN JE KET́E JÁY

KAVI GURUR CARAŃ REŃU
PÚTA KARE JÁHÁR TANÚ
NÁGA KESHARERA GANDHE
BHARE MADHUL SHOBHÁY
ÁMÁR, DIN JE KET́E JÁY

HE NADA, TOMÁY BÁSI BHÁLO
TUMI ÁMÁR ÁSHÁR ÁLO
TAVA DYUTI T́HIKRE PAŔE
SVARŃA BÁLÚKÁY
ÁMÁR, DIN JE KET́E JÁY


With golden mornings,
and illuminated nights,
on the dreamland banks of the river Ajay,
my days pass by.

This river came dancing down
from the mountain through the planes.

After descending from the Chakai hill,
it dances in the tune of HinuglaKunur
and flows on towards the eastern part of the country.

Then, passing through the red soil of Virbhum,
and the greeneries of the villages of Vardhaman,
it touches the cool heart of the border of Nadia.

The land, which preserves the dust
of the footsteps of Kaviguru,
Ravindra Nath Tagore,
is filled with the fragrance
of Nagakeshar in sweet beauty.

O river,
I love you.
You are the light of my hope.
Your effulgence lies reflected on golden sands.


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