Shondha malothi jobae when evening meets the arrangement of clouds phulo bonae jhurae blossoms cover the earth and all of its inhabitants. Kae aashi bajalae bashi bhoirobee shurae, Who comes with a melodious flute playing the raag bhairavi (morning)? Shajer purno chaandae oruno bhabhiya, the dressed up moon believes it is born again. Papiya probhathi shurae uthilo gahiya , the songbird wakes up singing pleasingly. Bhorer komol bhaebae, believing it to be morning its yearning shaajer shapla phulae, descends on the bejewelled Shapla flower. Kunjore bhromor dhurae dhurae, In the gardens, the bumble bee spreads the Shapla flower’s scent far and wide. Shaajer shopna kunjonae, with pregnant dreams bikaler shaadher dhaka, the evening orders what must be fulfilled chilo bono bhumi, the safety of our homes among forests. Shokaler mollika phutailae thumi, You who have raised morning’s plume rangilo shaadh rongae of bright red ghodhuli logono, brought about auspicious times shonaalae ashaar bani of hope’s story biroho bidhurae for the forlorn everywhere.
Chaand heriche chaand mukho taar, shoroshir aarsheethe, The one who is enveloped by the moon is also its face from the frozen lake’s reflected glory. Chute thorongo bashona bhongo, the waves of the clouds around her pour into every home. Shae ongo poroshithe, such is her power. Heriche rojoni rojoni jaagiya, the light that envelopes all beings has come alive. Chokoro uthola chaandero laagiya, clinging onto her, kaha piyu kaahaan dakiche papiya who will search for folorn love birds? Kumudire kaadaite, as they are at the river’s edge weeping. Na jaani shojoni kotho shae rojoni, who knows how much light will be required to quench the wailing of forgotten love. Kedheche chokori paapiya, as even the beloved has been made into a slave. Heriche shoshire shoroshi mukure, Come out into daylight, dhiru chaya thoru kaapiya, so that sun’s shadows tremble. Kedheche akashe chaandero bhoroni, as the skies cry out for you. Chiro birohini rohini boroni, who will remain a radiant bride, obosho akasho dhibosho dhoroni, surely those who pray for her return wait patiently for the fullness of the moon.