বাদল-দিনের প্রথম কদম ফুল করেছ দান
Badolo dinero prothomo kodomo phul (audio: Arghya Sen)
You offered me your first yield,
The fragrant Kadamba of monsoon
For my part, I bring you
My rainy tunes.
I have shielded them
With cool shadows, dim skies,
Treasuring
My first lyrical fruition
I know today offers you abounding harvest
But tomorrow will leave you bare
And so each monsoon,
My songs will come to life,
My boat will be heaped with your honour
My melodies, echo your glory
Riding on tides
Of your lost remembrance
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