Bunches of new leaves and buds appear in spring
as shy harbingers of the new.
Song after song
the play of hide and seek
of the ever new is praised.
The flowers in the garden want to smile
and fragrance floats in the air.
In the sky the nightingale sings
to the vibration of the new.

Fresh nectar flows on the body of the earth
whose eyes are filled with a new shine.
On the innermost core of my heart
the attractive pull of the Great reflects itself.

Translated from Bengali

VASANTERI MAINJARI
NÚTANER ÁBHÁS ÁNE
CIR NÚTANER LUKOCURI
SHONÁY SE GÁNE GÁNE
NÚTANER ÁBHÁS ÁNE

KÁNAN KUSUME HESE CÁY
KÁNAN KUSUME HESE CÁY
VÁTÁSE SURABHI BHESE JÁY
ÁKÁSHE PÁPIYÁ GÁN GÁY
NÚTANER SPANDANE
NÚTANER ÁBHÁS ÁNE

NÚTAN SUDHÁ JHARE VASUDHÁR GÁY
NÚTAN SUDHÁ JHARE VASUDHÁR GÁY
NÚTANER ÁLO BHARÁ COKHE SE TÁKÁY
MARME CIRA NÚTAN MURACHÁY
BRIHATER PRIITIR T́ÁNE
NÚTANER ÁBHÁS ÁNE
VASANTERI MAINJARI
NÚTANER ÁBHÁS ÁNE

03-09-1985