From the recording Akranto

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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

Lyrics Copyrights: Manisangsu Bhowmik
Music Copyrights: Ravi Iyer

Lyrics

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