Baloto Arshi Tumi Mukhti Dekhe - Shreya Ghoshal перевод на английский

Baloto Arshi Tumi Mukhti Dekhe

Bolo to arshi tumi mukhti dekhe

Bolo to arshi tumi mukhti dekhe
Jodio kajol ami porini
Jodio ami kobori aj badhini

Tobu, boloto ruposhi ke tomar chokhe
Bolo to arshi tumi mukhti dekhe

Ami noi bimboboti rajar ghore
Hasite kanna to noy panna jhore
Ami noi bimboboti rajar ghore
Hasite kanna to noy panna jhore
Ketoki lojja na pay amae dekhe
Ketoki lojja na pay amae dekhe
Tobu bolo, bolo ke
Ruposhi tomar chokhe
Bolo to arshi tumi mukhti dekhe

Dekho na arshi tumi duchokh cheye
Bhubone ruposhi ke sobar cheye
Dekho na arshi tumi duchokh cheye
Ami noi koloswora nodir moto
Chorone byakul bokul jhorena to
Ami noi koloswora nodir moto
Chorone byakul bokul jhorena to
Kokila more na to amai dekhe
Kokila more na to amai dekhe
Tobu bolo, bolo ke
Ruposhi tomar chokhe
Bolo to arshi tumi mukhti dekhe
Jodio kajol ami porini
Jodio ami kobori aj badhini

Tobu, boloto ruposhi ke tomar chokhe

Can You See the Liberation in Your Eyes

Tell me, can you see the liberation in your eyes?

Tell me, can you see the liberation in your eyes?
If I were the one deserving of your affection
If I were the one capable of showering you with affection today

Even then, tell me, beautiful one, whose eyes hold you captive
Tell me, can you see the liberation in your eyes?

I am not the daughter of a wealthy king
Laughter does not bring tears to my eyes
I am not the daughter of a wealthy king
Laughter does not bring tears to my eyes
The lily does not feel ashamed when it sees me
The lily does not feel ashamed when it sees me
Even then, tell me, tell me,
Beautiful one, whose eyes hold you captive
Tell me, can you see the liberation in your eyes?

Look, my love, you are beyond sorrow
In this world, you are more beautiful than anyone
Look, my love, you are beyond sorrow
I am not like the restless river,
My tears do not flow uncontrollably,
I am not like the restless river,
My tears do not flow uncontrollably
The nightingale does not cry out when it sees me
The nightingale does not cry out when it sees me
Even then, tell me, tell me,
Beautiful one, whose eyes hold you captive
Tell me, can you see the liberation in your eyes?
If I were the one deserving of your affection
If I were the one capable of showering you with affection today

Even then, tell me, beautiful one, whose eyes hold you captive