ÁLOKER VÁN BAHÁYE DIYECHO
ÁNDHÁR MARUTE PRÁŃA JÁGÁYECHO
TOMÁRI JAYA, TOMÁRI JAYA
O GO PRABHU SADÁ TAVA JAYA
NISTARA AVYAKTERA MÁJHE
PHOT́ÁLE PUŚPA NISHCAYA
TOMÁRI JAYA, TOMÁRI JAYA
O GO PRABHU SADÁ TAVA JAYA
JE DHÁRÁ MARUTE HÁRIYE CHILO
JE? KALI DHÚLOTE MISHE GIYE CHILO
TÁHÁRO PUNAH PRÁŃA PHIRE PELO
TAVA AHAETUKII KARUŃÁY
TOMÁRI JAYA, TOMÁRI JAYA
O GO PRABHU SADÁ TAVA JAYA
JE MEDHÁ BÁDHÁTE DIIRŃA CHILO
JE SÁDHÁ SUR CÁPÁ PAŔE CHILO
TOMÁR KARERA KOMAL PARASHE
SUR SAPTAKE ELO DHARÁY
TOMÁRI JAYA, TOMÁRI JAYA
O GO PRABHU SADÁ TAVA JAYA
You flew a flood of effulgence
and awakened life in the dark desert.
Victory be Yours,
O Lord!
Forever victory be Yours!
In the unexpressed world
You made flowers bloom.
The flow that was lost in the desert sand,
the bud that lay covered with dust,
attained life again by Your causeless grace.
My intellect had shrunk due to obstructions.
The melody that I had rehearsed remained suppressed,
when, by the soft touch of Your hand,
the gamut of octave fell in relief into my world.