NAVA KISHALAYE KUSUM VALAYE
SÁJÁYE TANIMÁ KHÁNI
MADHUMÁS ELO JÁNI
VIIŃÁ JHAUNKÁRE TRIŃER SHISHIRE
JIIVANER VÁŃII ÁNI
MADHUMÁS ELO JÁNI
CALE GECHE ÁJ SHIITER JAŔÁTÁ
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CALE GECHE ÁJ SHIITER JAŔÁTÁ
BHULIÁCHE MAN DIIRŃA DIINATÁ
JÁGIÁ UT́HECHE PRIITI PRÁŃIINATÁ
SABÁRE MARME T́ÁNI
MADHUMÁS ELO JÁNI
HÁRÁIÁ RAUNGA HIMÁNI STÚPE
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HÁRÁIÁ RAUNGA HIMÁNI STÚPE
VASUDHÁ KENDECHE APATRA RÚPE
SAḾGIITE ÁJ D́ÁKICHE MADHUPE
NITYA NIPUŃ PÁŃI
MADHUMÁS ELO JÁNI
NAVA KISHALAYE KUSUM VALAYE
SÁJÁYE TANIMÁ KHÁNI
MADHUMÁS ELO JÁNI
Decorated with much tenderness,
with new tender leaves and rings of flowers,
spring has come.
This I know.
It brought the message of life
along the tinkling of viina
and the dewdrops on grass.
Today, the inertia of winter has passed.
My mind has forgotten the shortages it had to endure.
The liveliness of love arose,
pulling close the mental core of all.
On hills where snow is melting,
the earth appears colourless.
Neither have leafs appeared yet.
The earth seems to cry.
Today, it calls the honeybee by songs,
with ever-skilled and ready hands.