Vasanta áj jáglo
Ámramukul bakul shimul párul paláshe
Phuler vaner anáhúta rabáhuter páshe
Eso bandhu ámrá sabái
Tomár tále tál diye jái
Tomár chande chanda milái
Nútan pariveshe
Sakaler sakáshe
Phule bhare jáoyá káiṋcana vane
Kokil meteche nútaner gáne
Phuler suváse sei gán áj
Tomá páne jáy bhese
Anávil áveshe
Today spring awakened,
In mango buds and mimusops, bombax, parul, and palash,
In company with wildflowers, unbidden, uninvited.
Come, Abiding Friend, we all
March in step to Your beat.
We match our cadence to Your rhythm,
In this fresh atmosphere,
Intimate with everybody.
In bauhinia grove getting full of flowers,
A cuckoo has been rapt in a song of novelty.
Today, that same song in floral fragrance,
It flows toward Thee
With spotless entrancement.
