The newly blossom rose in the morning
At the cornice of mind,
I understand the tide of light
Thought heart is full!
Shrinking leaves rhythm then
At the top of the hill,
I feel like eating food
Tehela naahi furra!
Dew rose sweet roses
Feeling cheesy,
Come on in a trick
Decorating green forest!
There are all the procession and slogans
Shimul surrounded noon,
The shade of cloud in the water of the dighi
Great happiness
I opened the veil of my heart
Lot of lotus leaves,
The touching heart is touching
Soft bikal hands !!
