বাংলা 
English 
In Phagun, in the flower-forest, beauty plays its game;
on petals and leaves, a fair of smiling joy.
Today the graceful earth
is filled with song and scent
drinking the wine of youth, dancing in rings,
Beauty has pushed her raft to the river-bank.
The winter-misty veil she wears
in wine-dark eyes, I see, Queen Nature
for someone's coming
has cast off her jasmine bloom
resplendent in lovely form, filled with song
the mind is amazed, the mouth has no words!
Rose-buds smile bashfully on their faces
the bumble-bees come stealing in with hidden songs.
The south wind blows
like a ghazal sung
the touch of that melody makes the soul yearn
his Phalgun flute holds one entranced.
In Phagun the world is full of flowers and harvest
has the magician brought them here, restless and moving?
Only in my breast
wakes an endless ache
I never saw the face of my dear friend
a Phagun spent utterly in vain, and mine alone!
I know the unattained enchantress will not be caught,
taking the goblet of life, brimming with parting.
The raft of the beyond arrives
I think, the play is over.
Someone seems to call: come, the fair has broken up
to the farther shore of death — come, make haste.
Phagun! The flower-avenue has dried up-
the wreath woven without a single touch,
Evening's picture descends; the poet asks farewell
if at life's farther shore you find your friend
the final curtain falls upon the drama of life.
