Paroles et traduction Shantanu Moitra - Roopkathara (Female)

Roopkathara (Female)

-By Shreya Ghoshal.

Sohore hotah alo chola-chol
Jonaki naki smiriti daagi
Kapchilo mon. nerala rokom
Daknaam namlo porage

Ke haray... Isharay...
Shararaat fele asha gaan
Roopkatha ra ra ra ra.
Chupkatha ra ra ra ra.
Fur-fure ek roder jonmodin
Mon pahara. ra ra ra.
Bondhura. ra ra ra.
Aajkhola aaltushi canteen

Boba imarot, okulan poth
Shaliker shot anuraage
Buneche opaar janlar dhar
Dhar-baki haate chiti jaage

Ke haray... Isharay...
Shararaat fele asha gaan
Roopkatha ra ra ra ra.
Chupkatha ra ra ra ra.
Fur-fure ek roder jonmodin
Mon pahara. ra ra ra.
Bondhura. ra ra ra.
Aajkhola aaltushi canteen

Rodela belar, Kobita khelar
Sheet-ghum boier bhanje
Beshamal Tram muthor badam
Jalatone gaang chil ta je
Jhore eka-kar, bali dhulo taar
Tulo Tulo Bekheyal
Hotath sohor kerono mohor
Mohora sajalo aabdaley
Lojja chibuk, Baanvashi sukh
Sukh-shari golpo nagaley

Ke haray... Isharay...

Roopkathara (Female)

-By Shreya Ghoshal.

The beautiful moonlight illuminating my heart
Like the memories of a firefly's twinkling light
My heart is captivated, in an unusual way
Calling out your name

What a loss... What a hint...
Mischievousness weaves songs of hope
Roopkatha ra ra ra ra.
Chupkatha ra ra ra ra.
The gentle breeze is like the birth of a river
My heart is a mountain. ra ra ra.
A sweet melody. ra ra ra.
Today, my heart fills with longing

An unfinished building, a path to the unknown
The paddy field sways with affection
Weaving a path across the river of dreams
The unfulfilled promise of a kiss

What a loss... What a hint...
Mischievousness weaves songs of hope
Roopkatha ra ra ra ra.
Chupkatha ra ra ra ra.
The gentle breeze is like the birth of a river
My heart is a mountain. ra ra ra.
A sweet melody. ra ra ra.
Today, my heart fills with longing

In the shade of a rhododendron, poetry plays
The tune of a broken flute
Beshamal Tram, almonds with muthor
The stream murmurs, longing to be appeased
In the rhythm of the waves, the dust of dreams
The tune of forgotten thoughts
Suddenly, the city roars
The crowd gathers, decorating the occasion
Modesty hidden, the joy of a forest dweller
Tales of joy untold

What a loss... What a hint...