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3050 (23/08/1985) D


PHÁGUN ESECHILO,
MANE DOLÁ DIYE GELO

SHUKANO D́ÁLE KISHALAY DALE
NÚTAN SUŚAMÁ D́HELE DILO,
MANE DOLÁ DIE GELO

SAHAKÁR SHÁKHÁ MUKALITA HOLO
ÁÁ
SAHAKÁR SHÁKHÁ MUKALITA HOLO
BAKUL PUŚPA SHOBHÁTE BHARILO
SHÁLMALI GÁCHE RÁNGÁ PHÚL PHOT́E
KIḾSHUK VAHNI D́HÁLILO,
MANE DOLÁ DIE GELO

BÁHIRE PRAKRITI NAVA RAUNGE SÁJE
ÁÁ
BÁHIRE PRAKRITI NAVA RAUNGE SÁJE
VAN KURAUNGA NÁCE MANO MÁJHE
MADHU MÁSE EI MADHUR ÁVESHE
SAB KICHU MOR NIYE NILO,
MANE DOLÁ DIE GELO

PHÁGUN ESECHILO,
MANE DOLÁ DIYE GELO


Spring came and rocked my mind.

On the dry branches,
new leaves,
new beauty poured forth.

The branch of the mango tree was full of young buds,
and the bakul tree full of flowers.


The shalmalii tree boasted colourful flowers, too,
and the kimshuk tree blazed like fire.

Outside, nature is painted with new colours,
as a wild stag (an adult male deer) dances across my mind.

In this sweet season,
with a sweet impulse,
He has taken everything of mine.








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