ফাগুন, হাওয়ায় হাওয়ায় করেছি যে দান
Spring, to airy breezes bestowed have I
To your airy breezes bestowed have I
my life, losing sense of self,
my life, breaking free of bonds.
With your Ashoka and Kinshuk flowers
Unseen colours brush my inexplicable happiness
With each sway of your salt cedars
Murmur and rustle the songs of my sorrowful nights.
An evening lit by full moon, scented by tuberose
Wanders this distracted mind gazing beyond sea shores.
Smeared with multi-coloured dreams
in my eyes enamoured by the skies,
are the wings of your butterfly.
In your glowing moonlight
Mingle and fade away all my woes and happiness.
(another version by Anandamayee Majumdar)
I dedicate my heaving heart to the breeze
I offer myself to your winds, dear Spring
I let my pride-less self, my untethered soul, blow in the wind.
Your Ashok and Kinshuk
Flare the colors of my gratuitous delight.
Your waving salt cedars echo with the whispers
Of my aching night.
Tube-roses in a full-moon twilight
Elevate my heart across the sea of images, impressions.
Your butterfly wings
Paint my enraptured sky-gazing eyes with dreaminess.
Your moonbeams
Relieve me from all vibes of grief and gladness.
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