Rana Mazumdar - Pirit Koro Na - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation Rana Mazumdar - Pirit Koro Na




Pirit Koro Na
Don't Love Me
O re Mon moner kotha kaino bolis na
O my mind, why don't you speak your love?
Mone jodi na soy baitha valobasis na
If you don't love me, why do you sit with me?
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Heeya jole heeya jole nevena je aakhijole
Do not shed tears that my eyes cannot see
Ore Mon premer baithay buker khatai choker patay bristi namish na
O my love, in the temple of love, my heart is broken and my eyes are dry
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Ai prem j sukher naame sudhu dukhkho dite jaane
Oh love, in the name of happiness, you only know how to give sorrow
Tobu sukher sedin vulbo ki Kore, ki Kore, ki kore
Even then, when will the days of happiness come? What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?
Tar sopno niye choke aaj othey re jhor buke
Holding on to his dream, my eyes are filled with tears today
Ami doore sore thakbo ki kore, ki kore
I will stay away and far away, what can I do, what can I do?
Heeya jole heeya jole nevena j aakhijole
Do not shed tears that my eyes cannot see
Ore Mon pother dhulay sritir melay jabar bailay pichu dakis na
Oh my love, on the dusty path of life's journey, don't call me back
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Ei prem j obujh paakhi jodi buker khachai raakhi
Oh love, if you keep this innocent bird caged in your heart
Oy doorer aakash take daake re, daake re, daake re
Call him to the distant sky, call him, call him, call him
Jaani somoy jowar vata
Who knows when the storm will come
Thake golap fule o kata
The rose flower will still bloom
Tobu Mon j tari chobi aake re, aake re,o
But my love, when your image comes to me, call me, call me, oh
Heeya jole heeya jole nevena j aakhijole
Do not shed tears that my eyes cannot see
O re Mon assay aasay baither vasay valobasai dukhkho likish na
O my love, do not live in hope, do not love, do not write sorrow
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me
Nare nare o Mon preet koris na
My love, don't torture me





Writer(s): Jeet Gannguli, Priyo Chattopadhyay


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