Poet Guru Rabindra Nath Tagare composition

You know that

 To know this you, India-God Sha-Jahan,

 The value of life, youth and wealth is washed away in the flow of time.

 Only then the inner pain

 Stay forever ছিল this was the emperor's pursuit.

 Rajshakti lightning is hard

 Let the evening be like a bloody drowsiness.

 Just a sigh

 May the sky be merciful with ever-overwhelming

 This was the hope.

 Diamond pearls occur

 Like the magic rainbow on the zero horizon

 If it disappears,

 Just stay

 One point of tears

 Bright white under the forehead of time

 This is the Taj Mahal.

 Oh my goodness,

 Over and over

 Asking for someone's drink back

 There is no time,

 No no.

 You are always floating in the fast current of life

 In the ghats of the world--

 Take the burden in one market, make it zero in the other market.

 In the mantra of the south

 Then in the grove

 Madhabimanjari of spring

 At the moment he gives

 Turbulence

 Goodbye, twilight comes, scattered in the dust.

 There is no time;

 So again on dewy nights

 Boil new Kundaraji in Nikunje

 Hemanta's tearful joy to decorate.

 Oh my heart,

 Your savings

 Nishante just has to be left on the side of the road.

 No no, no that time.

 O emperor, therefore fearful heart

 Wanted to take away the heart of the time

 Forget the beauty.

 He shook his key garland in his voice

 If so, welcome

 In the formless death, in the formless death, in the beautiful form.

 That doesn't stay

 A holiday of mourning

 Twelve months,

 So then in a restless cry

 If tied with a perpetual net, in a tight bond.

 In the secluded temple on the moonlit night

 Beloved

 Slowly calling that name

 If you keep calling in those ears, here it is

 In the ears of eternity.

 The pitiful tenderness of love

 It's broken

 In the bouquet of beauty on the Pacific rock.

 O emperor poet,

 This is the picture of the heart,

 This is the new cloud angel,

 Strangely strange

 Sing in rhythm

 Woke up to Alaksh's drink

 Just like Birhini Priya

 There are mixed

 At dawn,

 In the pitiful breath of the weary evening horizon,

 In the full moon, in the beauty of bodyless jasmine,

 On the past shore of language

 Kangal Nayan comes back from the door.

 Your beauty has been around for ages

 Avoid the watchman of tomorrow

 This message is still missing

 "Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget dear."

 You left today

 Your Majesty;

 The kingdom then ran like a dream,

 The throne is broken;

 Then the army

 The earth trembled at their feet

 Their memories are in the air today

 The dust of the Delhi road flies away.

 The prisoners do not sing;

 Jamuna-kallolsathe nahabat does not match the tone;

 Then Nupurnikkan of Pursundari

 In the corner of the ruined palace

 Moore went to the membrane

 Ray Nisha's sky in tears.

 Yet your messenger is immortal,

 Tireless,

 I despise state-breaking,

 I despise the ups and downs of life and death,

 Throughout the ages

 Says in unison

 Take the word of the eternal

 "Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget dear."

 Lies-- who says there is no mistake.

 Who says Ray didn't open

 The cage door of memory.

 The eternal darkness of the past

 Even today the heart is tied?

 By way of liberation from oblivion

 Even today he is not out?

 Tomb

 One place remains forever;

 I stay in the dust

 The drummer takes care of death in the cover of remembrance.

 Who can keep in life.

 They are calling to the sky.

 His invitation to the people

 In the light of the new Nab Purbachal.

 The glands of remembrance are broken

 He runs wherever he goes

 Unbound in the world.

 Your Majesty, no maharaja ever

 Couldn't catch you;

 The earth under the sea, O great one, fills you

 Can't--

 So in A-catch

 Pushing on two legs at the end of life-festival

 Leave to go like a potter.

 You are greater than your fame,

 So then the chariot of life

 Your fame is left behind

 Barber.

 So

 The sign is still there, you are not here.

 Facing that love

 I don't know how to drive,

 That love was getting its own throne in the path,

 Greetings of his luxury

 The feet are wrapped like the dust of the road,

 You have turned it into dust.

 After that, the footsteps of the past

 Then in the air to be in the mind

 When suddenly

 The seeds flew and fell from the garland of life.

 You're gone

 That seed germinates immortally

 Woke up in amber,

 Said in a serious song--

 "As far as I want

 No, he is not a traveler.

 Priya did not lay the wire, the kingdom gave way to the wire

 Rudhil is not a sea mountain.

 Today his chariot

 Running at the call of the night

 Nakshatra's song

 Drink the lion's share in the morning.

 So

 I'm falling in love,

 He is not here without any burden. '