Kavya kusum chayan karibo Jyotir kanan hate Taito chalechi akashe uriya Dakhin bayur srote Sathe nai keha ar Nahi dekhi kona par Abiram chali chalar birati nai Dur hate dure megher arale Pulake bhasiya jai
I shall collect flower-poems From the garden of Light; Therefore, I am flying in the sky With the southern wind. I have no one with me. All alone, endlessly I am flying, And I am all lost in the beauty of teeming clouds.