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Monosha Mongol

Chodrodhorer Jonmo

Poyar: Dhononjoy Rajar Tonoy Kotishor.
Gondhobene Jaati Tar Chompo Kete Ghor.
Raja Hoye Rajjo Pale Kore Nana Shukh.
Tahar Rajjote Keho Nahi Pay Dukh.
Putro Nahi Kotishor Chinta Mone Mone,
Shonkro Bhabana Puje Porom Jotone.
Puja Peye Tushto Hoy Bhobani Shonkor.
Proshonno Hoya Tare Dilo Putro Bor.
Paya Uttom Putro Nana Rup Gune,
Amate Porom Bhokti Bikkhato Bhubone.
Nana Kirti Nana Josh Jujibe Shongshar.
Chandradhor Boli Nam Rakhibo Tar.
Ai Bor Diya Gelo Bhobani Shonkor.
Tushto Hoiya Kotishor Cholilen Ghor,
Nana Rup Gune Jukto Shorbango Shundor Bore.
Poshusoya Jonmilek Kotishor Ghore,
Jonmilo Kumar Ak Kotishor Ghore.
Nanarup Gunjukto Sarbango Shundor.
Bhandar Bhangiya Dan Kore Bohu Dhon.
Shuvokhone Putro Mukh Kore Dorshon.
Sosthi Puja Korilek Bibidh Bidhane,
Chondrodhor Nam Rakhe Shiber Bochone.
Purbo Punno Fole Hoy Kumar Shumoti.
Baaper Adeshe Puje Shonkor,
Paroboti, Pholmul, Dhupdip Oshesh Prokare.
Nana Upohar Diya Puje Moheshore.
Khorpete Katia Tobe Apnar Shir.
Patro Bhore Dey Shishu Shumangsho Rudhir.
Pujakale Shinga Baddo Kore Mohamoti.
Jorhoste Stobo Kore Koria Pronoti.
Mohadeb Moheshor Mohendro Mohesh.
Mohajogi Rudro Ar Bhoirob Bishesh,
Shonkor Trishuli Hor Bhokto Kolpotoru,
Boikuntho Porom Brokkho Shib Sumbho Guru.
Prokrito Purush Tumi Deb Narayon.
Bhinno Nohe Tin Rup Porom Karon,
Tushto Hoya Dekha Dila Bhobani Shonkor
“Kiba Bor Chaho Chaad Boloh Shottor”
Pronam Koriya Chad Shiber Choron,
Bole Mohagyan Dan Koro Ponchanon.
Stobete Hoiya Tushto Deb Tripurari,

Mohagyan Diya Bole Rakho Jotno Kori.
Monete Rakho Gyan Na Bol Kahake,
Apnar Mone Rakho Dilam Tomake.
Tushto Hoye Moheshor Dilo Mohagyan.
Bor Peye Chondrodhor Gelo Nij Sthan.
Kohilo Onek Kotha Bhobani Shonkor.
Bhoktibhabe Pronam Koren Chondrodhor.The Birth of Chandradhar

Poyar: Kotishor, King of Dhononjoy,
Reigns over his happy kingdom,
Spends his time in joy.
In his kingdom, there is no sadness.
Yet Kotishor has no son,
And with each passing day, his mind grew heavier.
With much care, he prayed to the Lord of the World.
His worship pleased the Lord,
And the Lord bequeathed unto him the promise of a son.
You shall have a splendid son of beauty and ability,
He shall revere me the most in this infinite world.
He will achieve many things, and do many deeds,
And I shall call him Chandradhar.
This the Lord promised to Kotishor,
And a contented Kotishor returned home.
Soon a son was born in the house of Kotishor.
A son of perfect body and beautiful mind.
In his happiness, the king gave out much from the royal treasury.
He watched the newborn's face at an auspicious moment,
Performed the sacred rights, and named him what Shib willed, Chandradhar.
The child soon grew into a young man,
And by the will of his father dedicated himself to the worship of Shankar.
His offerings were many, no expenses were spared.
Holy music marked the sacred rites,
Hands held together in prayer to the Lord.
The greatest of the Lords, The greatest of the Gods,
The Lord of the Universe.
The Original Man, possessor of the mighty trident.
He of the three universal forms.
Pleased with his worship, Shankar arrived,
“Tell me what you desire, Chand”
Kissing the Lord's feet in complete deference,
Chandradhar asked for Ultimate Knowledge.
The Lord had, please with his devotion,
Granted him his will.
Keep it with care, he said,
Keep it to yourself, reveal not unto others.
Having been given his heart desire, Chandradhar returned home.
Much have been reveled unto him by the Lord of Existence,
The gratitude of Chandradhar knew naught but deference.

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