(1398) Phaguner agun lagano
Exposed to the fires of spring,
Come, Shyam,[1] into my grove of palash trees.
My effusive heart has been yearning
To see You, possessor of all qualities!
On kadam tree, the cuckoo is singing;
The bay-leaf tree's dark shadow is dancing.
In the ashok arbor, in heaps aplenty,
With hope of honey arrive colonies of bumblebees.
The color that has taken hold in the midst of psyche,
That color has been strewn from celestial sphere.
In heaven and on earth, now in complete harmony,
Your sweet name all are remembering.
Ghanashyam,[2] please do come with many a musical beat.
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In spring, every psyche turns to Thee.
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