Fagun came back silently
The murmur of falling leaves stopped,
Soul thrilled as the south wind blows
As if nectar flowed from the blue sky.

Countless flowers bloomed in the forest,
Silk cotton, Butea, Bud flowers filled all eyes.

In the colors of Caesalpinia pulcherrima, nature laid out
The elusive earth catch in maroon color,
She looks amazingly glamorous
Fill the heart with joy.

The river flows slowly with murmuring sound
Two eyes are fascinated by the scenery,
Feels proud to describe
The footsteps of poetry are enriched.

Filled fagun, a downpour
The air is clear, clear as a crystal
What a wonderful creation.

Swallow, Cuculidae are soaking wet
Calling out "crystal clear water!"
The sun is covered behind the clouds
The ground becomes cold.

Rain water is pouring in the field
Falling on the tin roof
Awakes life in the rive
Increased water, in the upstream of Matamuhuri.

Decorating nature, what a magical outfit
Sea, hills, forest
Blooming Shimul, Palash, Bakul
The earth is full of softness.

Cuckoo sings on the branch in tunes, are filled with southern bay
Eager to look to the sky, whatever one wants.

Sitting on the bank of a calm lake, the bard in a bored way
After leaving this village, which way will he go?

Woke up in the shining morning, the early sun
Gently opens the eyes, a nocturnal in the forest.

Slowly slowly flows the river, towards the sea
It is going on indefinitely, till it reaches the destination.

Coming and going of magpie, running all over the field
On the dew-drenched grass, the village farmer walks.

Caesalpinia pulcherrima spreads its color, at the moment of Fagun
The sweet fragrance of Amrapali, filled the entire forest.

The little girl woke up, with a smile on her face
I love the face, that is full of affection.

The wind blows in the arena
The windows of the south are open
The morning stars are still glowing in the sky
The mind is so reckless today
The mind was filled with random thoughts
Unintentional gesture of unknown world
Floating the wind’s boat
Fagun colored the time
Playing in the light and the shadow
That is how the whole time is spent.

Fagun is saying, “Good Bye”
Who is looking for the stolen heart?
Filled in this south blown wind.

Who wants to go back looking for the past?
In the midst of isolated soul
In which tune he sang?

Thoughts are crying in the far,
Heart's words remained stale
On the banks of the slow flowing Jamuna.

Twilight is set today with much decoration,
In the shadow of the clouds in the distant sky
With those shining stars.

Moon woke up full, almost full
Heart woke up in the depths of memory
Entered in a thirsty soul.

In this unbroken moonlight,
Someone opens the heart to the silver beam
Who wants whom?

Swing that takes in the breeze
The south window is open.

They twinkle stars are still in the sky
So the mind is unbound today.

The attention was filled with random thoughts
Unfamiliar world with absent minded gestures.

With the south wind blowing the boat’s sail
Fagun has now reddened the occasion.

The game of light and darkness are going on
This is how the whole day passes by.