CÁNDER ÁLOR DESHE PHULE PARÁGE MISHE
TUMI ESECHILE KON SE RÁTE
MÁDHURII VIVARDHANA PRATIITI NANDANA
HE MANORAINJANA KISER ÁSHÁTE
TUMI ESECHILE KON SE RÁTE
KETAKI KESHAR ÁJAO SEI KATHÁ KAYE
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KETAKI KESHAR ÁJAO SEI KATHÁ KAYE
JÚTHIKÁ KÁTAR TABU GÁY TAVA JAY
T́AGAR CÁMELI JÁTI SPANDITA ANUBHÚTI
SE APÁR ABHISÁR GIITI RACE NIBHRITE
TUMI ESECHILE KON SE RÁTE
VAN HARIŃI ÁJAO SE ÁKÁSHE CÁY
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VAN HARIŃI ÁJAO SE ÁKÁSHE CÁY
VIMÚRTA KALÁPE SHIKHI NIRAKHÁY
DÁDUR PULAKE BOLE PRIITI BHARÁ ÁNKHI JALE
KADAMBA TAMÁLE ÁJO KÁNDE SE SHIKHITE
TUMI ESECHILE KON SE RÁTE
CÁNDER ÁLOR DESHE PHULE PARÁGE MISHE
TUMI ESECHILE KON SE RÁTE
From the moon’s light-filled land,
anointed with floral fragrance,
which was the night when You came?
O enhancer of sweetness,
pleasing in experience,
charmer of mind,
with what expectation did You come?
The pollen of ketakii flower even today tells of this event.
The juhi flower is afflicted, yet it still sings of Your victory.
The tagar and camelii group of flowers vibrate by the experience
and in seclusion create songs of unlimited love.
The wild deer even today cherishes that environment.
Materialising its call, the peacock is noticed.
Frogs joyously croak with tears of love.
In the kadamba and tamal groves even today the peacock’s cry resonates.