O My Spring Season - Original By Rabindranath Tagore Poem by Asif Andalib

Today my door is open for you; get smart
Come here come here come O my spring season
I will swing you on the cradle of my heart
Come here come here come O my spring season

On the chariot of new greenery
Come on the path of flowers of Bakul tree
By rubbing Piyal flower's pollen on your body
Come by playing flute eagerly and desperately
Come here come here come O my spring season

Come in the branches with lots of leaves
Come in the wild flowers of forest's trees
Come with smile so sweet and pretty
Come to the crazy wind's country
Let your dopatta fly
Far away to the sky
Come here come here come O my spring season