LYRIC

Amár e phulavane sangopane
Ke go ele áj;
Kishalay peye nilay
Man ráunálo bhule’ sakal láj.

Bulbuli gáy sácháy base’,
Amramukul gandhe háse;
Kińshuker rúp nabhe bháse
Sájiye notun sáj.

Akul vakul dhúláy jhare,
Shalmali cáy spardhả bhare;
Párul tákáy úrdhva shire kánpiye kanak táj.

Into this flower garden of my mind,
Who are you who arrived today?
The tender green leaves found their abode
And coloured all minds, forgetting all shyness.

The bulbul* sings out from the branch of the tree,
The mango blossom bursts into fragrant smile,
The beauty of kimshuk floats in the void,
Arrayed decoratively, in new garments.

The restless vakul drops on the dust,
The shálmalii” looks round with arrogance,
The párul looks up with face upturned,
Shaking her tiny golden crown.


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