MÁGHERI SHEŚE VASANTA ESE
BOLE GELE MORE
UT́HO BANDHU CALO ÁMÁR SAUNGE ÁJ
ÚŚŃA HAOÁY KE JE GO BÁJÁY
DIIPAK PRÁŃOCCHAL
ESO MORA DHARI
TÁKE MANA MÁJHA
UT́HO BANDHU CALO ÁMÁR SAUNGE ÁJ
KISHALAYE HÁRIYE GECHE
SHUŚKA PARŃA DALA
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KISHALAYE HÁRIYE GECHE SHUŚKA PARŃA DALA
VANA NILAYE HÁSIÁCHE KINSHUK KOMALA
E PARIVESHE PRIITI ÁVESHE
SÁJÁYE TÁKE DIYE PHÚL SÁJ
UT́HO BANDHU CALO ÁMÁR SAUNGE ÁJ
BÁHIR VISHVA RÚPE BHARÁ
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BÁHIR VISHVA RÚPE BHARÁ
RAIBO KENO DUHKHE SÁRÁ
SAKAL KHUSHII HÁRÁNO HÁSI
DIYE BARI SE RITURÁJ
UT́HO BANDHU CALO ÁMÁR SAUNGE ÁJ
MÁGHERI SHEŚE VASANTA ESE
BOLE GELE MORE
UT́HO BANDHU CALO ÁMÁR SAUNGE ÁJ
At the end of winter,
spring came and told me:
“O brother, arise and come long with me today.
Who is playing overwhelmingly the kindling melody through the warm wind?
Keeping Him in the mind, come with me.
The tender leaves have grown into bunches of dry, matured leaves.
The soft kimshuk flowers smile in their abode in the forest.
In this environment, with the impulse of love,
decorate Him with floral adornment.”
The external world is full of beauty.
Why should I remain exhausted by sorrows?
With smiles, accumulating my entire joy,
I shall adore that festive spring.