CHANDE CHANDE MADHURÁNANDE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
NIRJANE PRIYA NIRJANE
DEKHIVÁR ÁR KEHOI CHILO
NÁ TUMI ÁR ÁMI DÚJANE
NIRJANE PRIYA NIRJANE
BELÁ CÁMELII CAMPAK KALI
SVÁGATA JÁNÁLO PÁPAŔI JE KHULI
TUMI CEYE CHILE NAYAN MELI
ÁMI BASE CHINU ÁNAMANE
NIRJANE PRIYA NIRJANE
MADHU MÁSE CHILO MALAYA VÁYA
KEHO NÁHI CHILO RODHITE TÁHÁYA
ANÁDI HOTE SE ANANTE DHÁYA
GEYE TAVA GIITI KÁNE KÁNE
NIRJANE PRIYA NIRJANE
CHANDE CHANDE MADHURÁNANDE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
NIRJANE PRIYA NIRJANE
With rhythm and with sweet bliss,
You intimately came into my mind.
There was no witness besides You and me.
The buds of bela, camelii and campak flowers,
unfolding their petals,
expressed their welcome.
You looked at me,
opening Your eyes,
as I sat unmindfully.
The sandal breeze blew that spring.
There was no one to obstruct it.
It rushed from beginninglessness to endlessness,
singing Your song through whispers.