sarot tomar arun alo - The Autumn

Oh autumn, your offering of bright light

Spills off your bountiful-fist,

Oh autumn, seeing your dew-washed hair

Let loose on the forest trail

The heart of dawn becomes ecstatic.

Your jewel studded bangle

Sparkles on green meadows.

At the humming tune, upon the shady groves

Swinging their leafy scarves in dancing pose

The heart of shiuli leaps in joy.

Shiuli