VASANTERI ÁGÁMANE
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
MANER GOPAN UPAVANE
TÁRE BHEVE PÁI JE KENO LÁJA
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
VASANTERI ÁGÁMANE
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
PÁPŔI TE MOR MADHU CHILO MÁKHÁ
LAJJÁ BHIITI TRUT́I DIYE D́HÁKÁ
PÚRŃA HOLO JUGÁNTARER CEYE THÁKÁ
SÁRTHAK ÁJ HOLO SAKAL KÁJA
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
VASANTERI ÁGÁMANE
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
CÁI JE TÁRE BÁHIRE NIYE JETE
CÁI JE TÁRE MANE DHARE RÁKHATE
BHAYA HOY KON ÁCA MBITE,
BHOLE MORE SE RÁJÁDHIRÁJA
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
VASANTERI ÁGÁMANE
SHÁKHÁY SHÁKHÁY PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE ÁJA
With the arrival of spring,
today, flowers bloom on each branch.
In the secret garden of my mind,
I was able to think of Him without shyness.
On my petals lay honey,
covering all shyness, fear and errors.
My long waiting was completed
and all my actions attained fruition.
I do not want Him to go out,
but keep Him held in my mind.
I fear that the King of kings
may suddenly forget me.