KON SUDURER SUR ÁJI BÁJALO, BÁJALO
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE DOLÁ DIYE, DIYE
VISHVA MÁNAS NECE UT́HALO, UT́HALO
SAB BHAYA LÁJ DÚRE SARIYE
KADAMBA KESARE SHIHARAŃ JÁGALO
BETAS PUNJA SHIHARAŃE MÁTALO
SIKTA SAMIIRE KETAKII REŃU CALALO
KON AJÁNÁY DHEYE DHEYE DHEYE
NÁCER CHANDE SHIKHII ARUŃ KE KÁCHE PELO
JÚTHIR GANDHA ALAKÁR DVÁR KHULE DILO
SUMANDA MADHU VÁYU KÁNE KÁNE BOLE GELO
AJÁNÁ PATHIK DURE? DÁNŔIYE
A distant tune came today,
vibrating the sky and the air
of the entire universe.
The unit minds in the world
started dancing,
removing all barriers of fear and shame.
Kadamba flower pollen began to shiver,
cane groves became engrossed in quiver,
a ketaki fragrance absorbed breeze blew,
and rushed unto the unknown.
The peacock started dancing,
finding the rising sun close.
The jasmine fragrance
opened the gates of heaven.
The soft and sweet breeze
whispered into my ears
that the unknown traveler stands at the gate.