বসন্তে আজ ধরার চিত্ত হল উতলা
Boshonte aj dhorar chitto holo utola (audio link)
It is spring-tide.
The earth trembles with yearning,
Her soul, like a baby in a cradle.
Joyous images quiver in the horizon,
Melody, like a playful little girl, swings, back and forth.
The blue sky heaves with bliss.
My eyes, sleepless with bemusement
Makes me wonder
Of someone that heaves in my heart.
He has sparked my hidden smiles,
He has put my joy up on a delightful swing.
He has cradled my deepest tears of a life time.
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