purano sei diner katha - Old Times' tale

Old times’ tale – how could that be forgotten

Lived through our eyes, words spurting from hearts – sweet memories

Come once again to the embraces of the soul

Sharing joys and woes, gratifying hearts.

We gathered flowers in the dawn, swayed on the swing

Sang songs, playing the flute beneath the bokul tree

Alas we parted then, who knows where we all went

Now that we meet again, friends, lets embrace.