AgniNya Boishakh

Toward the finish of the spring, in the red sarees to join the appendages

Stand Fifty Years in front

O fire! Boishak, welcome you.

Consistently in the rhyme of verse in the discourse

I am enchanted to meet you in the differences of new lady of the hour

You likewise ride a man, you play

Like a mother of blood substance.

Really, with nature, with the nation

With life, an impeccable execution.

You play rainstorm, giggling lightning

Devastation is in the city, the port, and the less than ideal animals bite the dust.

Here and there your hair is dry

Fields, ghat, dairy cattle, streams, plants blossomed

Here and there, in some cases you indicate case

Your false cover is presently open

I've seen your 'Kamal Kamini' frame

What's more, not acting, now it's a tranquil house

Shanar banners ripple in the house in Bengal

Your body is of blood tissue

O Baishakh, welcome you.

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