VASANTA ÁJ JÁGLO
ÁMRA MUKUL BAKUL SHIMUL PÁRUL PALÁSHE
PHULER VANER ANÁHÚTA RABÁHUTER PÁSHE
ÁMRA MUKUL BAKUL SHIMUL PÁRUL PALÁSHE
ESO BANDHU ÁMRÁ SABÁI
TOMÁR TÁLE TÁL DIYE JÁI
TOMÁR CHANDE CHANDA MILÁI
NÚTAN PARIVESHE
SAKALER SAKÁSHE
ÁMRA MUKUL BAKUL SHIMUL PÁRUL PALÁSHE
PHULE BHARE JÁOÁ KÁNCAN VANE
KOKIL METECHE NÚTANER GÁNE
PHÚLER SUVÁSE SEI GÁN ÁJ
TOMÁ PÁNE JÁY BHESE
ANÁVILA ÁVESHE
ÁMRA MUKUL BAKUL SHIMUL PÁRUL PALÁSHE
Spring has awakened today,
in the mango blossoms and mimusops,
in the cotton flowers,
in the parul and palash trees
and in the wildflowers of the forest.
Come, O Lord, let us all move
in cadence with You,
blending our rhythms with Yours,
in this fresh and new atmosphere.
In the bauhannia garden, full of flowers,
the cuckoo bursts into the song of the new.
In the fragrance of flowers,
that song floats towards You today,
in absorption pure and profound.