Even today in Bangla, flowers bloom,
The scent of jackfruit, the bud of mango,
Even today in the breeze of Boishakh,
The Hasnahena flower sways.
Even today in the morning,
Dewdrops drench the dawn,
Even today in the chattering,
The crowd of birds gathers.
From a thousand miles away,
I don’t feel the vibrancy of green,
I can’t find today,
The Jungle of Bangla-villages…