Lyrics
যদি ভাবো কিনছো আমায় ভুল ভেবেছ, কেনা যায় কণ্ঠ আমার দফা দফা রুজি
রোজগারের জন্য করছি রফা।
Roman Lyrics
jodi vabo kinecho amay vul vebecho. kena jay kontho amar dofa dofa ruji rojgarer jonno korchi rofa du'hater angulgulo kinte paro aposeo nei apotti nei amaro amake na amar apos kincho tumi bolo ke jitlo tobe jonmovumi jonmovumi|| takatei cholche sobar pakostholi kena ar becha niye gerosthali nipagare robindronath terekete bajarer khabar oi dhukche pete protibadi konthogulo takar bepar protibad korte geleo khabar dabar se tumi shromik kingba ta dhin dha na pete chai khabar noyto din chole na din chole na jodi vabo khaccho amay vul vebecho. khawa jay kontho amar dofa dofa bodhojom holei kintu dofa rofa du hater angulgulo kheteo paro aposeo nei apotti nei amaro amake na amar apos kaccho tumi. bolo ke jitlo tobe jonmovumi jonmovumi|| keu beche tar mehonot hater peshi keu beche chuler bahar elokeshi keu beche probondho kon potrikate ami bechi amar kontho tomar hate bechi ami amar poddo surer vasha birokti ghenna ebong valobasha ashatao ponno ekhon bajar dore bikote parle taka asbe ghore asbe ghore bechi din palte debar ganer joban konodin hoyto onno ar kono gan takadum takdumadum niyom chere. manusher jonne sudin anbe kere
English Translation
You are wrong if you think, you’ve purchased me. You can purchase my voice which I’ve compromised to supplement my repeated necessity of earning a living. You can purchase the fingers of my two hands. I too have no objection to compromise. are you purchasing me or my compromise? Tell me who wins then, motherland, motherland. If you think, you’re purchasing me you are thinking wrong, Stomachs of all are run by money only, households mean purchase and sale, Ni-pa-ga-re (musical notations), Rabindranath, tere kete(musical rhythm) –all are food from market entering the stomach. Money matters in the protesting voices, food is necessary also for doing protest even if you are a labor or an artist, stomach wants food, otherwise days are not passed. If you think you are consuming me, you are wrong, my voice can be consumed, but in case I’ve repeated indigestion, it’s finished, you can also eat the fingers of my two hands, I have no objection even to compromise. Are you eating me or my compromise? Tell me then who wins- motherland, motherland. If you think you are purchasing me, you are wrong, somebody sells muscle of his working hands, somebody sells unkempt hair style, somebody sells articles in some magazines, I sell my voice, I sell to you the language of my poems, language of my notes. Disgust, hatred, and love, expectation are all now like goods and can bring home money if it can be sold at market rates. I sell the lyrics of songs of change of the time. Possibly some day will come when some other songs breaking rules of traditional ones will bring forth good times.