Open are gates to the southern breeze

আজি দখিন-দুয়ার খোলা
aji dokhino duwar khola

Open are gates to the southern breeze,
To greet you, O spring,
Our hearts yearning to sway
With dancing rhythms

Let your arrival resound
With impassioned tunes of the flute
And festive procession
As you alight delightful, lush pathways
Strewn with Bokool blossoms
Dusted with pollens of the Piyaal

Come home to the leaves
And the blossoms of the forest

With your restful, enchanting smile
Approach the land of crazy winds
Letting your cloak afloat in the sky

(Another version by Rumela)

Today open are the southern gates
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
O my springtime come hither
Rock you will I on my swinging heart
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
O my springtime come hither

On a chariot graced with new greenery
Come on pathways paved with Bakul flowers
Come playing on reeds of eager longing
Smeared with the pollen of Piyal flowers
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
O my springtime come hither

Emerge in dense leafy foliage
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
Emerge in groves of jasmine blossoms
Come hither, come hither, come hither,

With a slight sweet intoxicating smile
Come to this land swept by the wild winds
The ruffled and restless robe of yours
Let it aflutter in the open skies
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
O my springtime come hither