HIYÁR MÁJHÁRE NIIRAVA PRAHARE
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
BOLE ESO ESO PÁSHE BASO BASO
KENO DÚRE ÁCHO EI ABELÁY
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
HIYÁR MÁJHÁRE NIIRAV PRAHARE
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
GECHE KATA KÁLA RAUNGIIN SAKÁLA
KATA SÁNJHER BELÁ JIIVANE UTTÁLA
KENO ÁSILE NÁ KENO BASILE NÁ
KENO NÁ SÁŔÁ DILE JE TAVA SÁŔÁ CÁY
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
HIYÁR MÁJHÁRE NIIRAV PRAHARE
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
OGO DÚRA GATA E KON MÁYÁY
PHULA D́ORE ÁJI BÁNDHILE ÁMÁY
ETA DINE MOR HOLO MAHÁDÁY
E PHULA MÁLÁ TAVA PARÁBO GALÁY
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
HIYÁR MÁJHÁRE NIIRAVA PRAHARE
KE GO D́EKE JÁY GÁNER BHÁŚÁY
In silent hours,
from within the core of my heart,
who calls me
in the language of songs?
He says,
come, come,
sit beside me.
Why keep away
at this odd hour?
Much time passed by.
Many a crimson dawn,
many a radiant evening,
vibrating with the surging waves of life,
faded away.
Why did You not come?
Why did You not sit beside me?
Why did You not respond to the call of those
who longed for Your response?
O Lord, You went afar.
With what magic
do You bind me today?
With what bond of flowers?
I am baffled and do not know what I should do.
I have decided to garland You.