de tora amaye notun kore - Rejuvenation

Rejuvenate me in fresh appearance.

The frost-cursed emptied flower bed

By the wealth of spring will be richly marveled

Dressed in green, branches will no longer be ashamed.

The magical hymn of love

The thrilled harp of life will play on

Greeting the eternal beauty in adoration.

Jingles of joy will ripple on all sphere

Jamboree of youth will be greeted with cheer.