You are tha word ofeternity

You are the word of eternity

 You are the word of eternity, in the sweet festival of spring

 When will you fill the honey pot of joy?

 Banjulnikunjatale sancharibe leelachchle,

 The forest shadows will be thrilled by the smell of the turbulent region.

 Manjir's humming in slow manjul rhythm

 The heartbeat of the forest from time to time in the movement.

 Nayanapallabe smile hilloli will rise floating,

 Milnamallikamalya paraibe paranaballave.