Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you’re going I’m going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after that same rainbow’s end– waiting ’round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.
Chaitali chandini raate nobo malotir koli mukolo noyono tuli nishi jaage amari shathe chaitali…piya aashi chokori din gona phuralo shunno gogoner kokho judhalo dokhino shomirono madhobi konkono poraye dilo bono bhumi haathe chaitali… chandini dithe aelo amari chand kano kano kano elo na aar bonero bukero aandhar galo go monero aandhar galo na he modhu nishi milono malaye katar moto ani bidia aashi hai shobari aashiter aaloro deyali osru amari noyono pathe chaitali chandini raate, chandani raate nobo maloti koli, mukolo nishi amari shather. Chaitali, is a girl born in the month of chaitra, the first month amidst the splendor of the moonlight. She is the new bud that has risen to life. The Beloved who returns as a maiden realizes the many days that have gone by seeing an empty sky. But the western horizon resounds handing the earth over to her hands. And the moonlight which comes to give us reprieve never arrives, why? The storms that overtook the forests have left, yet they have remained in my heart. In the midst of nectar filled nights let us meet to exchange garlands and say goodbye to the sharp thorns. Our meeting has raised the fervor of the festival of diwali (light) in everyone. Yet every eye fills with tears for those who follow this path. The young maiden has come at last in the splendor of the chaitra night, the first month of the year.