HEMANTE MOR PHÚLA VANE
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO
BHRAMAR GUINJARAŃE
MADHU UPACE GELO
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO
SHISHIR BHEJÁ TARU GULI
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SHISHIR BHEJÁ TARU GULI
KISHALAYE UT́HLO DULI
MANER MAYUR KALÁP MELI
NRITYE RATA HOLO
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO
SHUKANO D́ÁLE KALI ELO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SHUKANO D́ÁLE KALI ELO
PIITÁBHA SHÁKHÁ SABUJ HOLO
TANDRÁLASE MALAY CHILO
NÚTAN RÁG SHONÁLO
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO
HEMANTE MOR PHÚLA VANE
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO
During this postautumnal, prewinter period,
the message of spring came into my floral garden.
With the humming of bees,
honey was created.
On the trees,
wet with dewdrops,
new leaves started swinging.
The peacock of mind,
spreading its tail,
got engaged in dance.
On the dry branch,
buds appeared,
and the yellow branches became green.
The drowsy sandal breeze
started singing new tunes.