KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO GUNAGUNIYE
KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO
OI KÁNANER PHÚL GO ÁMI
OI KÁNANERA PHÚL GO ÁMI
DEKHI TÁKIYE
KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO
KENO BHRAMAR ELO BOLO
MANE MOR MADHU UCCHALA
TÁRI ÁSHE PÁSHE
TÁRI ÁSHE PÁSHE
BHRAMAR GHORE CEYE CEYE
KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO
RAVIR KAR ÁR CÁNDER ÁLO
PÁPAŔITE MOR RAḾGA BHARÁLO
OI RAḾGETE MAN RÁḾGÁLO
BHRAMAR GECHE BUJHE NIYE
KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO
KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO GUNAGUNIYE
KÁNANE BHOMORÁ ELO
The bee came humming into my garden.
I am a flower in that garden.
Just look,
and tell me why that bee came.
In my mind, honey overflows in abundance.
This is why nearby and around it the bee hovers.
The rays of the sun and the light of the moon,
fill my petals with colour.
Colouring and consoling my mind with that colour,
the bee left.