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.