Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Phule phule dhole dhole





Phule Phule Dhole Dhole is one of the most pleasant songs of Tagore, ever.

Lyrics:

Phule phule dhole dhole,
Bohey kiba mridu baay.

Phule phule dhole dhole,
Bohey kibaa mridu baay.
Totini hillolo tuley,
Kollole choliya jaay.
Piko kibaa kunje kunje,
Piko kibaa kunje kunje,
Kuhu kuhu kuhu gaay.
Ki jaani kishero laagi,
Praano kore haay-haay.

Phule phule dhole dhole,
Bohey kibaa mridu baay.
Totini hillolo tuley,
Kollole choliyaa jaay.
Piko kibaa kunje kunje,
Piko kibaa kunje kunje,
Kuhu kuhu kuhu gaay.
Ki jaani kishero laagi,
Praano kore haay-haay.

Phule phule dhole dhole,
Bohey kibaa mridu baay.
Phule phule dhole dhole,
Bohey kiba mridu baay.

ফুলে ফুলে ঢ'লে ঢ'লে বহে কিবা মৃদু বায়,
তটিনী হিল্লোল তুলে কল্লোলে চলিয়া যায়
পিক কিবা কুঞ্জে কুঞ্জে কুহূ কুহূ কুহূ গায়,
কি জানি কিসেরি লাগি প্রাণ করে হায় হায়!



A touch of sweetness in the breeze that
Softly cradles buds today
A winding stream that gently gurgles
In its happy course at play
The cuckoo sings in trees and gardens
a cuhoo cuhoo cuhoo lay
My absent heart does not know why
It's absolutely borne away

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