আহা, জাগি পোহালো বিভাবরী
Aha jagi pohalo bibhabori
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আহা, জাগি পোহালো বিভাবরী। অতি ক্লান্ত নয়ন তব সুন্দরী॥ ম্লান প্রদীপ ঊষানিলচঞ্চল, পাণ্ডুর শশধর গত-অস্তাচল, মুছ আঁখিজল, চল’ সখি চল’ অঙ্গে নীলঞ্চল সম্বরি॥ শরতপ্রভাত নিরাময় নির্মল, শান্ত সমীরে কোমল পরিমল, নির্জন বনতল শিশিরসুশীতল, পুলকাকুল তরুবল্লরী। বিরহশয়নে ফেলি মলিন মালিকা এস নবভুবনে এস গো বালিকা, গাঁথি লহ অঞ্চলে নব শেফালিকা অলকে নবীন ফুলমঞ্জরী॥
Transliteration
Aaha, jaagi pohaalo bibhaabori. Oti klaanto nayon tabo sundori. Mlaan prodip ushaanilochanchalo, paandur shashodharo gato-astaachalo, Muchho aankhijal, chal sokhi chal, ange nilanchal sambari. Sharatoprobhato niramoy nirmalo, shaanto saamire komalo parimalo, Nirjano bonotalo sisirosushitalo, pulakaakulo toruballori. Birahoshayoney pheli molin maalika eso nabobhubane eso go baalika, Gnaathi laho aanchale nabo shephalika aloke nobino phulomanjari.
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- Dinendranath Tagore
Dinendranath Tagore1882–1935Rabindranath's grand-nephew and the principal notator of his songs — the poet called him the keeper of all his songs. Taught music at Santiniketan.Photographer unknown, c. 1935 · Wikimedia Commons, public domain / Jyotirindranath Tagore
Jyotirindranath Tagore1849–1925Rabindranath's elder brother — playwright, composer and painter, a pioneer of written notation for Bengali song, and a formative presence in the young poet's life.Photographer unknown, before 1925 · Wikimedia Commons, public domain - Composition date
- 1 October 1895(১৫ আশ্বিন ১৩০২)
English
You have watched all night alone, your eyes are tired, sweet one! The light of the lamp has paled, it flickers in the breeze of the dawn. Wipe away your tears, my friend, and draw up the veil over your breast. The autumn morning is still, the smell of the woods is in the Air, the grassy path is caressingly tender. Let the wreath of the forlorn night lie crumpled upon the bed. Come out in the world of the morning, gather fresh flowers in Your skirt and put on new blossoms in your hair.
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore1861–1941Poet, composer and painter; the words and the melodies of every song in Gitabitan are his. Nobel laureate in Literature, 1913.His first photograph, Calcutta · 1873 ? · 25 Portraits of Rabindranath Tagore (Visva-Bharati, Calcutta, 1951)
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