Eki labonye purno pran pranesh he Aanondobasontosamagome Bikosito pritikusum he Pulokito chitokanone Jibonlota abonota tabo charone Harosgeet uchchhosito he Kiranomagon gagone.
How wonderfully filled is your creation – With beauty, Oh the Master of life. On the onset of spring full of bliss. Blooms the flowers of amity in the garden of mind. My life kisses your feet, bent like creepers. Songs of joy seems to celebrate amid radiance of the sky.