PHÁLGUNE PRIYA JE RAUNGA D́HELECHO
MANOVANE, TÁR CHONYÁ LÁGE
RÚPE RASE NIJE CHAŔIYE PAŔECHO
CHANDÁYIITA SURE RÁGE
MANOVANE, TÁR CHONYÁ LÁGE
GHUMANTA KALI JÁGIYÁ UT́HECHE
PARIVESHA BHÚLE VARŃE METECHE
PÁPAŔI GULI NÁCIYÁ CALECHE
TOMÁRI GABHIIR ANURÁGE
MANOVANE, TÁR CHONYÁ LÁGE
KUÁSHÁ SARECHE RAUNGER DHARIYÁCHE
SHIITER ÁŔAŚT́ATÁ DÚRE GECHE
RAUNGIIN SHÁKHÁY VIHAG D́EKECHE
SE D́ÁKE TOMÁR PRIITI JÁGE
MANOVANE, TÁR CHONYÁ LÁGE
O dear,
this spring season,
the colour that You poured into my mental garden
is very touching.
The sleeping bud blossomed up
and enraptures with colours,
oblivious of its surroundings,
its petals dancing with deep love for You.
The fog is no longer and colours appear.
The inertness of cold vanished away far.
The birds started chirping on colourful branches,
their call awakening the love for You.