মোর বীণা ওঠে কোন সুরে বাজি
mor beena oThe kon shure baji
My Veena resounds today
With fresh melodies,
And emphatic rhythms,
My heart echoes in thrill
To the pulsing of the earth
Now a restless youth
Spreads his golden cloak
Over and yonder,
What a flurry of unbridled joy,
As woodlands rejoice in dancing lights
One listens to the sky
And heeds silent anklet chimes
With leaves applauding
To that speechless beat
Who does the grass await
Wishing to be touched by the feet,
Why do rampant winds wander
Distraught with fragrance of wild blossoms?
mor beena oThe kon shure baji
My Veena resounds today
With fresh melodies,
And emphatic rhythms,
My heart echoes in thrill
To the pulsing of the earth
Now a restless youth
Spreads his golden cloak
Over and yonder,
What a flurry of unbridled joy,
As woodlands rejoice in dancing lights
One listens to the sky
And heeds silent anklet chimes
With leaves applauding
To that speechless beat
Who does the grass await
Wishing to be touched by the feet,
Why do rampant winds wander
Distraught with fragrance of wild blossoms?
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