Mon Re Krisika Jano Na Lyrics from the latest devotional song from Arijit sing and Shreya Ghosal. The song was composed by Joy Sarkar. Mon Re Krisikaj Jano Na Lyrics written by Joy Sarkar
“Mon Re Krisikaj Jano Na” Song Details
| Song | Mon Re Krisikaj Jano Na |
| Singer | Arijit Singh & Shreya Ghoshal |
| Lyrics | Sadhak Ramprasad Sen |
| Music | Joy Sarkar |
| Label | Sony Music Entertainment India Pvt. Ltd |
“Mon Re Krisikaj Jano Na Lyrics – Arijit Singh” Song Lyrics
Mon Re Krisikaj Jano Na Song Lyrics in English
Mon re krishikaj janona
Emon manob jomin roilo potit
Abaad korle folto sona
Mon re krishikaaj jano na
Kali naame dao re bera
Fosole tochrup hobe na
Se je muktokeshir shokto bera, Tar kachete jom gheshe na
Mon re krishikaaj jano na
Addyo obdo shotante ba
Bajeyapto hobe jano na
Ache ek tare mon eii bela tui
Chutiye fosol kete ne na
Mon re krishikaaj jano na
Guru ropon korechen bij
Bhokti bari taye sencho na
Tui eka jodi na parish mon, Ramprasad ke songe ne na
Mon re krishikaj janona
Emon manob jomin roilo potit
Abaad korle folto sona
Mon re krishikaaj jano na
Mon Re Krishi Kaj Jano Na Lyrics Meaning
Oh my heart, do you not know the work of agriculture?
Such a precious human land has turned barren.
Even if you cultivate it, it won’t yield gold.
Oh my heart, don’t you understand the work of agriculture?
Give the field a name, my friend,
Without rain, it won’t be fruitful.
The thorn from the blackberry bush, if it doesn’t get attached,
It won’t turn into a gem in its lap.
Oh my heart, don’t you understand the work of agriculture?
In the eighteenth row, when the flute plays,
It won’t be harmonious, don’t you know?
There’s a star in the mind at this moment,
Don’t let it burst and scatter.
Oh my heart, don’t you understand the work of agriculture?
He planted the seed, the guru did,
But it won’t sprout in the field of devotion.
If you don’t plow the mind with the plow, my friend,
Don’t let Ramprasad go along with you.
Oh my heart, don’t you understand the work of agriculture?
Oh my heart, do you not know the work of agriculture?
Such a precious human land has turned barren.
Even if you cultivate it, it won’t yield gold.
Oh my heart, don’t you understand the work of agriculture?