VASANTA MANJARII ESO ESO
KHAINJARI D́EKE CALE TOMÁRE
KISHALAY VÁTE ESO KAVOŚŃA SAINCARI
MAN MANJILE JHAUNKÁRE
KHAINJARI D́EKE CALE TOMÁRE
SHIITA JÁI JÁI KARE PARŃA PAŔECHE JHARE
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SHIITA JÁI JÁI KARE PARŃA PAŔECHE JHARE
ATITHI VIHANGERÁ NIJA DESHE JÁY UŔE
ÁR KENO ÁCHO DÚRE ESO KÁCHE TVARÁ KARE
SABÁR BHIITARE BÁHIRE
KHAINJARI D́EKE CALE TOMÁRE
PIK DHARIÁCHE GÁN ANYERÁ KALATÁN
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PIK DHARIÁCHE GÁN ANYERÁ KALATÁN
MANER MAYUR NÁCE BHÚLE JATA? ABHIMÁN
SÁJÁYE REKHECHI D́ÁLÁ MANER MOHAN MÁLÁ
OGO PRIYA TOMÁRI TARE
KHAINJARI D́EKE CALE TOMÁRE
VASANTA MANJARII ESO ESO
KHAINJARI D́EKE CALE TOMÁRE
O buds of spring,
come!
The little khanjarii bird,
keeps calling You.
Come with the breeze from tender leaves,
and with a tinkling, create warmth in my mind.
Winter is about to end and liveliness emerges.
The emigrated guest birds return,
flying to their own countries.
Why are You still away?
Come close quickly.
Come into everyone’s inner and outer lives.
The cuckoo has started singing, and is chirping alongside other birds.
My mental peacock dances, letting lose all its feelings.
The tray and the garland of flowers are ready for You,
O beloved.