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(The Lyrics was taken from several poems of Anjan Sen)

Shei probohon chole

Ekgala gangajal e jabakushum akash

Nodee tumi kotha hoite ashitechho

Pahare mahakaaler jota

akashe agun, thanda hole jal

maati shikto hobe, chock jurabe

Brishtyr modhdhe diye pran cholche

Barshan ke asha bhebe niye

Loke gaan geye uthlo

node ke ma er moto bhebe

bole chollo statro

Pratna adim jadu bishwashe

Pahare hari om

Ami uthchilam

Pathorera magno shunchilo

Gaichen borhe gulam hari om tatsat

Gachera uthchilo

Haoway paharhi shur ghurche

Ghurte Ghurte Shanto sheet

Kono droho jeno ar nei

Chorano paharhguli ek hochche

Bheshe Uthche shamasta kaal

Shokol ebong shorbo

Bheshe uthche adim astra

jeebashbo aar pratna

Akar nichche barna guli

Shabdamalar paak

Akar nichche aagnikana

Ebong tahar jbala

janma nichche rupgalpa

Ekti shishu akar nichche

Sashto kaal khola

Mora gange mriter bhashan

Kheena taaner bhasha

Janma ebong mrittumala

Ei sravan dolay akashe kanpon lage

Jhore jal beekshabeshbo bheje

Kee-e karuna hey bajra karuna, bhumr tiasha jurhao

Shashshakhete jhulon chalche

Shikore shaon jhula

Jalbhar beye jatreera chole tader lokhkho shila

Jal dhala ei sravan er snaan

Ei shaon er shashsha chaoar gaan

Anek sravan dhoa ei shila

Jomat bandha shashsha

Translated:

(only one part of the poems are available)

The sky shivers with the swing of rains

the rain drip-dropdrenching the visionary world

O grace, O thunderous grace, quench the cosmic thirst

In the rice field, the festival song is on

In the roots, the swing of the rains

Towards their rock the pilgrims move

their shoulders heavy with the sacrosanct water

Pouring water- Sravan takes a shower

Once again the song of desire for grain

The rock has been washed by many monsoons.