With golden mornings,
and illuminated nights,
on the dreamland banks of the river Ajay,
my days pass by.

This river came dancing down
from the mountain through the planes.

After descending from the Chakai hill,
it dances in the tune of HinuglaKunur
and flows on towards the eastern part of the country.

Then, passing through the red soil of Virbhum,
and the greeneries of the villages of Vardhaman,
it touches the cool heart of the border of Nadia.

The land, which preserves the dust
of the footsteps of Kaviguru,
Ravindra Nath Tagore,
is filled with the fragrance
of Nagakeshar in sweet beauty.

O river,
I love you.
You are the light of my hope.
Your effulgence lies reflected on golden sands.