PHÚL BOLE MOR MADHUTE THÁKO
ÁMÁR MADHU TOMÁR TARE
MAN BOLE MOR HIYÁY THÁKO
DUHKHE SUKHE CIRA TARE
ÁMÁR MADHU TOMÁR TARE
TUMI ÁMÁR ÁLOKA DYUTI SAB GATIR EKAI GATI
SAKAL CALÁR TUMII DYUTI SAB YUGE YUGÁNTARE
ÁMÁR MADHU TOMÁR TARE
MARU PATHER NIIRA DHÁRÁ
ANDHAKÁRE ÁLO DHÁRÁ
SHUŚKA PRÁŃE SUDHÁ KŚARÁ
JÁNÁ NÁ JÁNÁR BÁHIRE
ÁMÁR MADHU TOMÁR TARE
PHÚL BOLE MOR MADHUTE THÁKO
ÁMÁR MADHU TOMÁR TARE
The flower says,
"Stay in my honey.
My honey has been preserved for You only."
The mind says,
"Forever stay in my heart, in pain and in pleasure."
You are my heavenly effulgence,
the single desideratum of all inertia.
You are the speed of all movement,
in all eras and periods.