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SHARAT AE ÁSE AE ÁSE AE ÁSE
SHARAT NÁCER TÁLE TÁLE PÁ PHELE PHELE
MANDÁKRÁNTÁ CHANDE DHARÁY HÁSE
SHARAT AE ÁSE AE ÁSE AE ÁSE

SHARAT SHUDHU NAY SHEFÁLIR SUGANDHATE
SHARAT SHUDHU NAY SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁTE
SHARAT PRÁŃER ÁSE SHARAT MANE ÁSE
SHARAT BHUVAN KE BHÚLIE MARME HÁSE

SHARAT SHUDHU NAY BÁTÁVI NEBUR GANDHE
SHARAT, SHUDHU NAY KUSH KÁSHER DOLÁR CHANDE
SHARAT PRÁŃE ÁSE SHARAT MANE ÁSE
SHARAT BHUVAN KE DULIE MARME HÁSE

There comes the autumn,
stepping in cadence of dance.
With stately rhythm,
it smiles on the earth.

The autumn is not only perfuming the night jasmine flowers.
Autumn is not only floating on the rafts of white clouds.
Autumn comes in life, it comes in the mind.

Autumn enchants the world
and it smiles
in the innermost heart.

Autumn is not only in the aroma of pomelos.
Autumn is not only in the rhythms of the swaying kush grass.
Autumn comes in life,

it comes in the mind.
Autumn thrills the world,
and it smiles in the innermost heart.