PHÚLERÁ PHUT́ALO KENO UPAVANE
KE JÁNE TÁ KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
NAYAKO SHUDHUI PHÚLVANE
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE MANOVANE
KE JÁNE TÁ KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
PHÚLERÁ PHUT́ALO KENO UPAVANE
SHIITER DÁRUŃA KUÁSHÁTE
JAŔATÁR ÁŔAST́A TÁTE
PHÚT́ETE JE JÁ PÁRENIKO
SE ÁJ DOLÁ PELO PRÁŃE
KE JÁNE TÁ KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
PHÚLERÁ PHUT́ALO KENO UPAVANE
PÁPŔI CÁPÁ BUKER MADHU
SE ÁJ PELO PRÁŃER VADHU
NIIL ÁKÁSHER MAHÁN VIDHU
CÁICHE JETE TÁRI PÁNE
JYOTSNÁ RÁTE TÁRI SÁTHE
KAYE SE KATHÁ SURE TÁNE
PHÚLERÁ PHUT́ALO KENO UPAVANE
KE JÁNE TÁ KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
NAYAKO SHUDHUI PHÚLVANE
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE MANOVANE
Why have flowers bloomed in my garden?
Who knows?
Not only in my floral garden
but also in my mental garden flowers bloom.
The flowers that could previously not bloom,
due to intense fog of cold weather,
and due to dullness of inertia,
received a jerk of life today.
The honey that was covered within petals
today obtained life.
The great moon in the blue sky,
on moonlit nights,
wants to reach out,
and talk to all in melody and tune.