SHARAT, TOMÁR SURER MÁYAY
ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS MÁTÁLO
DÚR NIILIMÁR SUDHÁ RÁSHI
DHARÁR JIIVAN RÁUNGÁLO
ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS MÁTÁLO
JALE BHARÁ SARITÁRÁ
SHYÁMALIMÁY GÁCH PÁLÁRÁ
MADHUR GANDHE PHAL PHULERÁ
SONÁR SVAPAN JÁGÁLO
ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS MÁTÁLO
RAJAT RANGER MIŚT́I MEGHE
SAKAL ÁSHÁ ÁCHE JEGE
SAKAL CHANDA CHÚT́CHE VEGE
TÁR PÁNE JE SAB KICHUKEI NÁCÁLO
ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS MÁTÁLO
Autumn, with Your enchanting melody,
has intoxicated the sky and the air.
With the nectar of the distant azure void,
it has coloured the life of this earth.
The rivers are full of water.
The verdant beauty of trees and plants,
have awakened golden dreams in all.
In the sweet and silvery clouds,
all hopes are drifting along awakened.
All rhythms are rushing towards Him.
The autumn has intoxicated the sky and the air.