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.