VASANTA ÁJ ELO VANE
VANE VANE
ELO MANE
KALI KISHALAY ESECHE
TÁRI ÁMANTRAŃE
ELO MANE
JE SHÁKHÁ NIŚPATRA CHILO
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JE SHÁKHÁ NIŚPATRA CHILO
RÚPA HÁRIYE KENDE CHILO
RÚPERI PASARÁ NIYE
HÁSE PRATIKŚAŃE
ELO MANE
TUŚÁR ÁVARAŃE DHARÁ
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TUŚÁR ÁVARAŃE DHARÁ
HOYE CHILO JARÁY BHARÁ
SAB JAD́ATÁ SARE GELO
PHULER ÁBHARAŃE
ELO MANE
VASANTA ÁJ ELO VANE
VANE VANE, ELO MANE
Spring came today into the forest.
It came into my mind.
At its invitation,
buds and tender leaves appeared.
The branches that were without leafs,
that had cried out losing their beauty,
now carry heaps of beautiful articles
and smile each moment.
Under the load of snow,
the earth had been full of infirmity.
By the decorating carpet of flowers,
all its inertia has been removed.