SHIMUL PHULER MADHU MEKHE
KE ELO GO KE ELO
BHÁLOBESE KÁCHE ESE
VASANTA DIIP JVÁLÁLO
KE ELO GO KE ELO
BHRAMAR NÚTAN ÁSHÁ NIYE
KUHU KEKÁ BHÁŚÁ PEYE
KISHALAYE RAḾGA LÁGIYE
SHIHARAŃE MÁTÁLO
KE ELO GO KE ELO
BHORER ÁLOY LÁGLO BHÁLO
MANDÁNILE KE JÁNÁLO
PHÁGER PHÁGUN ESE GELO
KE ELO GO KE ELO
SHIMUL PHULER MADHU MEKHE
KE ELO GO KE ELO
Who has come with the sweet fragrance of shimul flower? With love He comes near and lights
the lamps of spring. The bumblebee has new hope. The peacock’s call gets a language. The
tender leaves are coloured and are frenzied with shivering. The morning light is pleasing.
The moonlight also enchants. The slow breeze declares that spring season has come.