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.