New year

Come, O Baisakh, come, come

Come O Rudra, come O Bhairav

Come, monk, come, come.

You fly in the intricate webs in the sky

Gayrik Uttari also flies in Ishan

Rust free from hard hitting.

Come O Baisakh, come come

But let the fire burn brightly

The universal consciousness of the human mind

May my sleep disappear

Painful taint found in your burning, dirty dirt

Hundred curses of human life

Do not burn yourself.

But Rudra is hot with rage

Let the lady be elegant

Come, O Boisakh, come.