RUDRA TOMÁR VIŚÁŃŃA BEJECHE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
KŚUDRA BHÁVANÁ KOTHÁ BHESE GECHE
GHORA GHÚRŃIRA HUNKÁRE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
RUDRA TOMÁR VIŚÁŃŃA BEJECHE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
DHÚLIR ÁSTARAŃE SHYÁMALIMÁ
HÁRÁYECHE TÁR CIKAN TANIMÁ
VARJITA HOYE SAB MADHURIMÁ
VEŃU VAN KÁNDE HÁHÁKÁRE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
RUDRA TOMÁR VIŚÁŃŃA BEJECHE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
ALAS ÁVESHE ÁR THÁKÁ NAY
SAMAYER NAY VRITHÁ APACAYA
CALO MILE MISHE RUDRA ÁSHISE
RUDRERI ROŚE JUJHIVÁRE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
RUDRA TOMÁR VIŚÁŃŃA BEJECHE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHIIR SURE SURE
O Lord of destruction,
Your long horn resounds
with each tune of this annihilating storm.
In the roar of intense cyclones,
meagre thoughts all vanish.
Greenness has been covered by a blanket of dust;
all soft tenderness is lost.
The bamboo grove,
devoid of its sweetness,
screams in loud lamentation.
Do no longer stay under influence of lethargy.
Do not waste Your time uselessly.
Let us move together with the blessing of Rudra,
to struggle against the anger of that same Rudra.