আমরা চাষ করি আনন্দে
amra chaash kori anonde
We till the land with pleasure
Hours go by in the fields from dawn to dusk
The sun blazes, the rain pours down
Leaves rustle in the nearby woods
The wind wears the scent of ploughed land
Lyrics of the fertile soil emerge within the furrows
A new poet thrills anew stringing them to rhythm
Slender leaves of paddy fields cheer a race of riotous joy
In the golden sunlight of Agrahayana*, the earth laughs in glee
amra chaash kori anonde
We till the land with pleasure
Hours go by in the fields from dawn to dusk
The sun blazes, the rain pours down
Leaves rustle in the nearby woods
The wind wears the scent of ploughed land
Lyrics of the fertile soil emerge within the furrows
A new poet thrills anew stringing them to rhythm
Slender leaves of paddy fields cheer a race of riotous joy
In the golden sunlight of Agrahayana*, the earth laughs in glee
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