Uthe jakhan pub gagane savita Takhan ami likhte basi kabita Nil sagare rakta thala bhasichhe Swarna jaba phulti jena hasichhe Tomar hasi sabai chai dharate Nami tomai bhakti bhare prabhate
When the sun appears in the East, I make friends with my poetry. I see a golden disc Right above the blue sea. A red hibiscus is smiling at me. Is there anybody on earth, O Sun, Who does not long for your smile? No, nobody. Everybody wants your smile. I, too, want your smile And something more: I want to bow to you With my heart’s adoration.