gram chara oi ranga matir path - The Red-soil Trail

Beguiles me the red-soil trail twisting away at the village end

Beyond the dusty tracks, who does my yearning mind apprehend?

Beseeching me out from my home

Snatching me away, leading me to the unknown

At each turn which treasures to be found and duties to be borne

Where will it all end, to me it is not known.

The red-soil trail at the village end, takes my mind away

For whom does it stretch its arms carassing