MARMA BHARE HRIDAY PURE
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
YUGÁNTARER TIMIR CIIRE
ELE TUMI CHANDAMAYA
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
MARMA BHARE HRIDAY PÚRE
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
GÁN BHESE JÁY ÁLOKA PATHE
ÁLOKA DHÁRÁY DÚRA DÚRÁNTE
MANER VIIŃÁR JHAUNKÁRETE
ARÚPA RÁGE MANDRA MAYA
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
MARMA BHARE HRIDAY PÚRE
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
AŃU PARAMÁŃURA SURE TOMÁR
GIITI PRÁŃA JE BHARE
PÁŚÁŃA KÁRÁRA ANDHAKÁRE
DIIPAKA TAVA DIIPTI MAYA
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
MARMA BHARE HRIDAY PÚRE
GÁN GEYECHO GIITIMAYA
O embodiment of songs,
You entered the sphere of my heart,
and filled its core,
as You sang Your song.
That song floats on the path of effulgence.
With a melody unheard of,
it flows along far away to the tinkling of my mental viina,
O embodiment of resonance!
Your song enlivens the rhythm and melody
of atoms and molecules.
O embodiment of effulgence,
Your lamp brings illumination to the stone prison.