ghore pherar gaan

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i was introduced to Mohiner Ghoraguli by K with whom i share the love of Ghulam Ali's ghazals and bengali bands. This song is beautiful. Ghore pherar gaan (roughly translated as 'the song of returning home').

ami gai
ghore pherar gaan
utola keno ei pran
shudhu je dake
phire amake
bidesh bibhui-e pore achhi
tobu chhare na keno chhare na
pichhutan
ami tai
ekhono klantihin
cholechi ratridin
shuni chomke
jai thomke
kotha hote jeno bheshe ashe
sur chena khub chena
mono majhe amolin

phirbo bole phera jae naki
periyechho desh kal janona ki, ei shomoy?
ekhono shamne poth hata baki
chaileo dite parbe na faaki, nishchoy

It opens the wound of staying away from home - you miss it so much but still, you choose to stay away lured by things which, in the end, would not matter. And so i am in exile - voluntary exile. But the pain is the same.

". . . You will leave everything you love most:
this is the arrow that the bow of exile
shoots first. You will know how salty
another's bread tastes and how hard it
is to ascend and descend
another's stairs . . ."
--Dante's the divine comedy