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Habuchandra Raja

Ek je chilo raja hobuchondro tahaar naam
Bharoter odhishor delhi te taar dhaam
Prodhan montri taar gobuchondro shubho naam
Buddhite bhishon bhaar desh juraa taar naam
Akdin deke bollen raja montrimoshai shunun
Ei deshta bhishon dhuloe bhora ekta kichu korun
Cholte dhulo firte dhulo haatte paaye dhulo
Khawareo dhulo bhora aar mogoje teo dhulo
Taratari kichu korun taratari kichu korun
Montrimoshai bollen ektu shobur korun
Porerdin lakh khanek jharudarer jhar
Uthlo je dhulor jhor praan rakha je daae
Raja moshai tokhon chabi meeting deke
Bollen apnara baar korun upaae
Montrona montri dilen jol dhalo jol dhaalo
Taar fole kaadaae aar paak e deshte bhore gelo
Nodinala shob shukalo pukure mach
Aar jolohawar kaadae rajar bhishon shordi holo
Ore baba kothae jaire ore baba mara jaire
Akfota ghote buddhi montrider ki naaie
Pondit probor tokhon bollen shono diyaa mon
Sharata desh borong chamrae mure daao
Bollen raja moshai idea ta mondo noy
Joto muchi chamar shob baaite khobor daao
Perlaament jeina ei prostaabta rakha holo
Mp ra shob protibaad e hoi hoi kore bollo
Gou maa taake rokkha korar dayitto je rajar
Kina taari chamraae dhaakbe jomi haae kije onachaar
Hore hore bum bum bum bum
Hore hore bum bum bum bum
Rajamoshai bollen ami witdraw korlum
Ek muchi doridro bollo shunun he bhodro
Shobinoy nibedon shunun amar
Prithibi na dheke paa taa chamrae din dheke
Shune raja bollen chup kor betaa chamaar
Bollen raja ei kothata onek bochor dhore
Amar mathae chilo betaa ter pelo ki kore
Shei theke deshete jutor procholono holo
Dhonno dhonno moharajar keshe pore gelo
Dhonno he dhonno raja dhonno e moharaja
Shobai dhonno dhonno bolo

Habuchandra Raja

There was a king named Habuchandra
His kingdom was from Odisha to Delhi
His prime minister was Gobichandra, a man of good name
He was intelligent and wise, and his kingdom was renowned
One day, the king said to his minister, "Listen,"
This country is filled with dust, we must do something
We walk in dust, we sleep in dust, our hands and feet are covered in dust
We eat dust, we drink dust, we breathe dust
We must do something quickly, we must do something quickly"
The minister said, "Be patient, my king,"
We will bring millions of brooms and sweep away the dust
The dust will be gone, and we will be safe
Then the king called a meeting
And said, "You all must find a solution,"
The ministers watered the ground, but the dust turned into mud
The mud filled the fields and covered the country
Now the rivers were muddy, and the fish were dying
The king was angry with the ministers
"Where can we go? We are all going to die!"
The ministers were clueless
Then Pandit Probor spoke up
"Let's cover the country with cowhide,"
The king said, "That's a bad idea,"
We will need to kill all the cows, and that will be a sin
This proposal was brought to Parliament
And the MPs protested loudly
The king is responsible for protecting the cow
Why would he use its skin to cover the ground? It's a disgrace
Hore hore bum bum bum bum
Hore hore bum bum bum bum
The king said, "I withdraw my proposal,"
Then a poor cobbler spoke up
"Listen to my humble request,"
I have never worn shoes in my life
The king said, "Be quiet, cobbler,"
The king had been thinking about this for many years
My dear boy, I was wondering what would happen to you
And from that day, there were demonstrations across the country
Oh, what a disaster for the king
Oh, what a disaster for the king
Everyone, say, "Oh, what a disaster"