Sharat oi áse oi áse oi áse
(Sharat) Nácer tále tále pá phele phele
Mandákrántá chande dharáy háse
Oi áse oi áse oi áse (sharat)
Sharat shudhu nay shepháliir sugandhate
Sharat shudhu nay sádá megher bheláte
Sharat práńe áse sharat mane áse
Sharat bhuvanke bhuliye marme háse
Sharat shudhu nay bátávi nebur gandhe
Sharat shudhu nay kush kásher dolár chande
Sharat práńe áse sharat mane áse
Sharat bhuvanke duliye marme háse
Autumn, there she comes, there she comes, there she comes—
Autumn, ever stepping in dance cadence after cadence,
With a stately meter,[nb 2] she smiles upon Earth.
Autumn, there she comes, there she comes, there she comes.
Autumn, she is not just in the pleasant scent of night-jasmine;
Autumn, she is not just in the rafts of white cloud-mist.
Inside life autumn comes, inside mind autumn comes;
Having charmed the world, autumn smiles at heart's core.
Autumn, she is not just in the scent of pamplemousse;
Autumn, she is not just in the rhythm of swaying kush.
Inside life autumn comes, inside mind autumn comes;
Having rocked the world, autumn smiles at heart's core.
