Akranto

Ravi Iyer Featuring Manisangsu Bhowmik

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Akranto is an original compositon by Ravi Iyer. This is a song that can be described in one line as "The morbid tale of man's descent to insanity". Very intently penned in traditional Bangla language by Manisangsu, the lyrical content also has few excerpts borrowed from the work by cult poet Jibanananda Das (17 February 1899).

Music Credits Manisangsu Bhowmik - Lyrics & Translation, Vocals Ravi Iyer - Music Composition, Arrangement, Concept & Guitars Arvind Iyer - Bass

Akranto Lyrics & Translation

AKRANTO

Shada kalo baje bhalo shomikoron, ek prohoshon Jijibisha jighansha, bijigisha bibhishikha rupantoron Attma attmoshomorpon Danobik chitto unmochon Kopotcharitai klanto se Probol ek chokranto e Stombhito bhibhranto je Tumi Akranto he Ki bhoyanok mukhmondol, Ojana atonke oporadhi haanshi udhao Ujjol duti noyon jeno dabanol, Mogoje bibechonar gorol Kopotcharitai klanto se Probol ek chokranto e Ashokto aktranto je *Aalo – andokhar jai – mathar bitore Swapno noy, kono ek bodh kaj kore !

Ami tare pari na erote Se amar hath rakhe hate ; Sob kaj toccho hoe , pondo mone hoy, Sob chinta – parthona sokol samay Shunno mone hoy, Shunno mone hoy!* Kopotcharitai klanto se Probol ek chokranto e Stombhito bhibhranto je Tumi Akranto he

Translation in English

AFFECTED Black or white, wrong or right equation – is a facade Desire to remain alive, or desire to kill, longing to win or terror within - deformation Then, your soul surrenders And the demonic self takes over He is tired of this hypocrisy It’s a potent conspiracy You’re stunned and confused But really, oh you’re affected Horrific is that look in your face A nameless sin, has wiped the illicit smile off your face Eyes that used to shine - now burn like inferno The brain is filled with the poison of sanity He is tired of this hypocrisy It’s a potent conspiracy You're addicted, your'e affected Into the half light and shadow I go. Within my head Not a dream, but some sensation is at work. I cannot escape it Desire to remain alive, or desire to kill, longing to win or terror within - deformation For it places its hand in mine, And all else pales to insignificance-futile so it seems. All thought, an eternity of prayer, Seems empty. Empty. He is tired of this hypocrisy It’s a potent conspiracy You’re stunned and confused But really, oh you’re affected * - excerpts from the poem " Bodh" by Jibanananda Das

Lyrics Copyrights: Manisangsu Bhowmik Music Copyrights: Ravi Iyer

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