The season is spring
Brought the month of Fagun Chaitra.
The wind blows endlessly.
With heartfelt love,
You raise both hands.
Sitting on the beach on a sunny afternoon,
Seeing the waves of the sea,
With poems and songs after sweet laughter,
Swing in the south wind,
I just light the earthen lamp at night,
A glimpse of memory wrapped in dewdrops in that light,
Suddenly in the middle of the night the sky is full of stars.
I turn the seeds of dreams by filling them with caress.
I have made a home of happiness, eternal love in my heart.
You raise both hands.
The cool breeze waiting for the sun's cataracts,
The words of the mind float in the air.
It is not wrong to play sweet in Fagunbela.
There are no flowers in the flower garden,
The stream of joy flows in the heart.
The leaves of the tree fall instead of the day of pride.
The flowers will bloom in the soul forever.
Fill the chest with flowers
Awaken the birds' voices with joy.
My heart will long for the fragrant forest.
You raise both hands.