Poila Baishakh comes on
fourteenth April,
We are getting ready
after having bath,
We wear new garments and prepare
For going to Mandir for worship
For praying for my baby grand son, God’s blessings.
We love our new comer, our grand baby son,
Who is our heart, sweet things are happening,
His little limbs are in tender movement,
He gradually moves in great enthusiasm to know the earth,
He is our mark for love and care, cute as small flower,
He is gaining knowledge of earth
With lightning speed in nature and its space.
He is gaining knowledge of earth
With lightning speed in nature and its space.
It is a cloudy day; we go out to pray for the baby,
With hopes, prayers and strong feelings
And a peer to our devotion to hold him
With great love, care and gentle touch,
We are in great hope, beholding trust, let
Heaven grant it, enthralls of existence,
Heaven grant it, enthralls of existence,
Pride of creation and reflections of life,
Starting with innocent mind and sweetened heart.
The baby is our legislation to meet param soul
With whom we dream and walk with hope,
With great expectation and perception of birth,
With whom we dream and walk with hope,
With great expectation and perception of birth,
Centered with this new life, with heavenly bonds,
And with this baby we want to start a new life,
On this auspicious day of Poila Baishakh.
