Phulēro jolshāẏ nīrob kano kobi,bhōrēro hā’ōẏāẏa kānnā pā’ōẏāẏa thobo mlāno chobi, nīrob kano kobi..Jē bīṇā thōmār kolero kāchē,bukh bhorā shure loẏē jāgiẏe āchē,thōmār porośhē chaṛāthe horoṣhē,ākāśhē bātāshē thār shurēro shurobhi,nīrob kano kobi..Thōmār jē priẏā,galo bidāẏ niẏā,obhimānē rāthē,gōlāp hoẏē kāndhē thāhār’i kāmonā udāsha prāthē,phirē jē āshibē nā bolō thāhārē,chāha thāhār pānē dhāṛāẏa yē dbārē,ostho chāndēr bāshonā bhulātē,oruṇo onurāgē udilo robi nīrob kano kobi..
In the midst of a banquet of flowers why are you despondent Poet Nazrul Islam? The dawn evokes tears of sorrow painting a picture yet why are you hopeless Poet? The lute which is in your lap sings with all its heart to awaken you from despair. Near and around the melody fills the sky bringing together song. But yet you weep. That which was dear has left you and insulted now weeps as a rose would. Its victimhood scattered over the earth. Tell the world no matter how long one stands guard the beloved one is never to return again. Pleading new love, the half hidden moon tries to erase this song. Why are you ever despondent Poet Nazrul Islam?