Lyrics and translation Bhupen Hazarika - Behula Bangla

Behula Bangla

O Behula Bangla
Amar Dukhini Bangla
Tor Kopaler Shidur Er Tip
Muchiye Dilo Jhor
Baan Bhashe Tor Nodir Buke
Amra Lokhindor

Chokehr Jole Buk Bheshe Jae
Ghor Beheshe Jae Baan E
Tulshi Tolae Pidim Jele
Ki Debe Uthon E
Kaar Obhishap Amon Kore
Dilo Dipantor
Tor Kopaler Shidur Er Tip
Muchiye Dilo Jhor

Ruposhi Bangla Amar Shamoly Bangla
O Tor Fulesshori Dhaner Khete
Neiko Kolorob
Nodir Jole Bhashche Hajar
Lokhindorer Shob

Lokkhi Pecha Chorou Pakhi
Boshena Ar Ghoire
Chonditolar Atchara Tor
Bheshe Gache Jole
Churni Nodir Ghurni Jole
Bhasche Tepantor

Behula Bangla

O Behula Bangla
My mournful Bangla
The vermillion mark on your forehead
Steals my heart
In the language of the flute, your rivers say
We are folk songs

My eyes well up in tears
My home is lost in the wilderness
My heart sinks in the waves of the Tulshi
What will happen to me?
So fate cursed me
My light of hope
The vermillion mark on your forehead
Steals my heart

Beautiful Bangla, my verdant Bangla
O your paddy fields in floral splendor,
There is no dearth of hues
A thousand waves flow in your rivers
The pride of folk songs

Birds with golden wings fly
And rest on the branches
Your dawn is reflected in the sky
And falls on the leaves
In the churning waters of the Churni River
The water glistens