PATH BHÚLE AJÁNÁ PATHIK
MOR GHARE ELE
TUMI, MOR GHARE ELE
ETA DINER D́ÁKÁ ÁMÁR
KÁNE TULILE
MOR GHARE ELE
TUMI, MOR GHARE ELE
D́EKE CHILUM SAKÁL SÁNJHE
ÁMÁR SAKAL KÁJER MÁJHE
D́EKE CHILUM AMÁNISHÁ
BHARÁ BÁDALE
MOR GHARE ELE
TUMI, MOR GHARE ELE
D́EKE CHILUM SHARAT RÁTE
SHIULI SNIGDHA SUVÁSETE
D́EKE CHILUM MADHU MÁSE
JYOTSNÁ HILLOLE
MOR GHARE ELE
TUMI, MOR GHARE ELE
O mystic traveler,
losing Your way,
You came to my house.
After such a long time
You heard my call.
I called You mornings and evenings,
amidst works
and cloudy, dark nights.
I called You on winter nights,
amidst the fragrance of the night queen flower.
I called You during spring months,
in the bright moonlight.