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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
The golden dawn of my life, is it returning again?
Piercing the darkness of countless pains,
countless agonies, countless humiliations.
How many twilights, how many dawns,
how many autumn and spring nights,
how many hopes and aspirations
have all passed by, floating away in tears?
On the eastern horizon the crimson dawn smiles,
the fragrance of flowers floats in the air.
With the new delight of the new year,
the memories of pain all vanish away.
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