esho esho esho hey boishakh
Come, come, come O Boishakh come upon us.
With your ascetic breath, dust away that which is dying
Be gone the refuses and remnants of the year
Let go old memories, let go forgotten melodies
Let teardrops vaporize and fade into the distant skies.
Wipe away weariness, eradicate infirmity
Bathed in fire, may the earth gain purity
Come and blow dry the bogs of confused emotion
Bring forth, bring forth and sound your conch of destruction
Be gone, be gone the misty webs of illusion.