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2187 (06/12/1984) D


HEMANTE MOR PHÚLA VANE
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO

BHRAMAR GUINJARAŃE
MADHU UPACE GELO
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO

SHISHIR BHEJÁ TARU GULI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SHISHIR BHEJÁ TARU GULI
KISHALAYE UT́HLO DULI
MANER MAYUR KALÁP MELI
NRITYE RATA HOLO
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO

SHUKANO D́ÁLE KALI ELO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SHUKANO D́ÁLE KALI ELO
PIITÁBHA SHÁKHÁ SABUJ HOLO
TANDRÁLASE MALAY CHILO
NÚTAN RÁG SHONÁLO
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO

HEMANTE MOR PHÚLA VANE
VASANTERI VÁRTÁ ELO
ELO, ELO, ELO


During this postautumnal, prewinter period,
the message of spring came into my floral garden.

With the humming of bees,
honey was created.

On the trees,
wet with dewdrops,
new leaves started swinging.

The peacock of mind,
spreading its tail,
got engaged in dance.

On the dry branch,
buds appeared,
and the yellow branches became green.

The drowsy sandal breeze
started singing new tunes.







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