ÁNKHITE ASHRU CHILO
KÁJALBHEJÁ SE BÁDAL RÁTE
KETAKI KESHAR TAKHAN
BHÁSATE CHILO SAJAL HAOÁTE
BHEJÁ SE BÁDAL RÁTE
JÚTHIKÁ SUVÁS CHAŔIYE
D́ÁKATE CHILO HÁT BÁŔIYE
DARDURERÁ KII JENO PEYE
ULLÁS UT́HECHILO JE METE
BHEJÁ SE BÁDAL RÁTE
KÁLO MEGHE KRŚŃA TAMÁL
KEKÁR CHANDE PELO JE TÁL
UT́HALO NECE ABJA MRIŃÁL
SUDÚRER SARPITA GIITE
BHEJÁ SE BÁDAL RÁTE
ÁNKHITE ASHRU CHILO KÁJAL
BHEJÁ SE BÁDAL RÁTE
On that cloudy night, wet with dark mark, tears were in the eyes. The pollen of ketakii
flower, at that time, floated in the moist air. The juhi flower scattering fragrance, were
calling extending the hands. The toads, full of enthusiasm, from unknown source, arose in
frenzy. The dark clouds, and black palms, got rhythm with the peacock’s call. The lotus
stem arose dancing, with gling song from the far.