3050 (23/08/1985) D


PHÁGUN ESECHILO
MANE DOLÁ DIYE GELO

SHUKANO D́ÁLE KISHALAY DALE
NÚTAN SUŚAMÁ D́HELE DILO
MANE DOLÁ DIE GELO

SAHAKÁR SHÁKHÁ MUKALITA HOLO
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SAHAKÁR SHÁKHÁ MUKALITA HOLO
BAKUL PUŚPA SHOBHÁTE BHARILO
SHÁLMALI GÁCHE RÁNGÁ PHÚL PHOT́E
KIḾSHUK VAHNI D́HÁLILO
MANE DOLÁ DIE GELO

BÁHIRE PRAKRITI NAVA RAUNGE SÁJE
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BÁHIRE PRAKRITI NAVA RAUNGE SÁJE
VAN KURAUNGA NÁCE MANO MÁJHE
MADHU MÁSE EI MADHUR ÁVESHE
SAB KICHU MOR NIYE NILO
MANE DOLÁ DIE GELO

PHÁGUN ESECHILO
MANE DOLÁ DIYE GELO







The spring season came and started oscillating my mind.

Into dry branches,
it poured new beauty
by making bunches of new leaves appear.

The mango branch became full of buds.
The bakul tree became full of floral decoration.
On the shalmalii tree colourful flowers bloomed.
And on the kimshuk tree fiery red flowers emerged.

The outside nature became decorated with new colour.
The wild stag began to dance in the mind.

In this sweet impulse of the sweet season,
He took away all that belonged to me.