Ájker ei shishutaru
Phale phule patrapuiṋje
D́heke debe tapta maru
Jalasiṋcane mamatár d́áke
Ámrá sabái báṋcábo tomáke
Jale jhaŕe roge sab upasarge
Tava sáthe morá áchi taru
Úśar dhúsar d́háká paŕe ják
Marutrśńiká liin haye ják
Shyámale komale cheye ják sab
Vishver jata áche maru
This same young tree of today,
With fruits and blooms and heaps of leaves,
The hot wilderness it will veil.
With sprinkling of water, with appeals of love,
We will all nurture thee.
In rain with high wind, illness and its every symptom,
We are here with you, oh Tree.
May it get covered, the barren gray;
Let it be free from desert-thirst.
Neath greenery and tenderness, may all get shade,
Any wasteland that exists in the universe.
