Oi malothi lotha dhole, the autumn’s leaves sway in the lap of young love. Piyalo thoruno kole, pubh haathe, taking the East into their hands, malothi lotha dhole the splendored leaves have conquered all. Mor hridoye laage dhola aaa, And my heart sways phireya apono bhola, remembering in oneself what was forgotten. Mor bhabona kothai dhara, where do these thoughts lead? Meghere mothon jai chole, as they disappear like clouds. Oi Malothi lotha dhole piyalo thoruno kole, the color splashed leaves of autumn sway in the lap of young love. Jaanine kothai jaabo, I don’t know where I will go, Ogo bondhu porobashi, can you advice me distant friend? Koun nibritho bathayone, from where will these travels begin? Shae tha nishithero jolo bhora konthe, wherever water laden paths part. Koun birohi nirubani, what bride is this that has no words? Thomare ki chaay bole, because it wants the beloved. Oi malothi latha dhole. The autumn’s leaves sway in the lap of young love.