130 (20/11/1982) D
SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR,
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE 2
SHATA VYATHÁR SHATA VEDANÁR,
SHATA LÁINCHANÁR ÁNDHÁR CIRE
SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR,
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE
KATA PRADOŚ KATA PRABHÁT,
KATA SHARAT VASANTA RÁT,
KATA ÁSHÁ KATA BHAROSÁ,
BHESE GECHE ASHRU NIIRE
SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR,
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE
PÚRVÁKÁSHE ARUŃ HÁSE,
VÁTÁS BHÁSE PHÚLA SUVÁSE
NAVA VARSE NAVA HARŚE,
VYTHÁR SMRITI JÁY JE SARE
SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR,
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE
Whether the golden dawn of my life is returning again?
Piercing through the darkness of hundreds of pains, agonies and humiliations.
How many
evenings and dawns, how many winter and spring nights,
how many hopes and expectations had flown away with tears.
The morning sun is smiling in the eastern horizon.
The breeze blows with flower fragrance.
On this occasion of new year with new bliss,
the memory of pain is getting wiped out.
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