প্রহরশেষের আলোয় রাঙা সেদিন চৈত্রমাস
Prohor sheshe aaloy ranga
The crimson glow of dusk
Tinged that day of Chaitra*
I saw my ruination in your eyes
In routine rites of life
In daily interactions
In the crisscross of paths
Thousands of people
With their jest and jokes
Amidst all of that
My ruination in your eyes
Mango groves in efflorescence
Blooming trees, fallen blossoms
A familiar fragrance in the breeze
In the budded branches
On the wings of honey bees
Spring breathing in each moment
Amidst all of that
My ruination in your eyes
Chaitra* - last month of the Bengali year that falls in spring
Prohor sheshe aaloy ranga
The crimson glow of dusk
Tinged that day of Chaitra*
I saw my ruination in your eyes
In routine rites of life
In daily interactions
In the crisscross of paths
Thousands of people
With their jest and jokes
Amidst all of that
My ruination in your eyes
Mango groves in efflorescence
Blooming trees, fallen blossoms
A familiar fragrance in the breeze
In the budded branches
On the wings of honey bees
Spring breathing in each moment
Amidst all of that
My ruination in your eyes
Chaitra* - last month of the Bengali year that falls in spring