Troop after troop of clouds beckon

আকাশতলে দলে দলে মেঘ যে ডেকে যায়
Akashtole dole dole megh

Troop after troop of clouds beckon
As they march across the horizon
“Come, come, come”
An excitement ripples through
Rose-apple woods and mango groves
“Coming, we are coming”
The branches tingle in thrill
A wish to fly up and away
Awakens amidst the leaves

Along the river time and again
Beckon the clouds “come, come, come”
Kaash flowers stir in response
“Coming, we are coming”

In harmony with the song of clouds
Glide the boats with their sails unfurled