MAHÁKÁSH PETE CÁY MÁT́IR PARASH
MÁT́I PETE CÁY NABHO NIILIMÁKE
NABHO NIILIMÁKE NABHO NIILIMÁKE
PARAM PURUŚA BHÁLOBÁSE AŃUKE
AŃU BHÁLOBÁSE SEI PURUŚ KE SEI PURUŚ KE
MÁT́I PETE CÁY NABHO NIILIMÁKE
NABHO NIILIMÁKE NABHO NIILIMÁKE
AŃU BRIHATER PRIITI JUGE JUGE
PRATI PALE ANUPALE RÚPE RASE/RÁGE?
CHILO ÁCHE, CIRA KÁL THÁKIÁ JÁBE
ITIHÁSE RÚPÁBHÁSE HIYÁ KORAKE HIYÁ KORAKE
MÁT́I PETE CÁY NABHO NIILIMÁKE
NABHO NIILIMÁKE NABHO NIILIMÁKE
BHÁLOBÁSÁR BANDHAN RAYECHE
DÚRATVA TÁI BHÁUNGIYÁ GECHE
TUMI ESO KÁCHE PRABHU ÁRO KÁCHE
TOMÁRE DEKHITE CÁI PRATI PALAKE PRATI PALAKE
MÁT́I PETE CÁY NABHO NIILIMÁKE
NABHO NIILIMÁKE NABHO NIILIMÁKE
The great sky longs to touch the mud of the earth
and the earth's mud longs to attain the blue sky.
Parama Purusa loves the microcosm
and the microcosm loves that Parama Purusa.
The love between the microcosm and the Great
has lingered on era after era.
It remains alive every second and moment,
in form, taste and colour.
It was, it is and it will forever remain.
In history, within the core of hearts,
it displays itself as beauty.
The bondage of love remains,
while distances break down.
O Lord,
come closer and still closer,
I long to see You each and every moment.