TOMÁR MANER KATHÁ
SVAPNAMAYA VÁRTÁ
SABÁRE SHONÁYE DIO
BHUVANER KÁNE KÁNE
JÁ TUMI KAHIBE PRIYA
E KATHÁ JÁNIYÁ NIO
THÁKIÁ JÁBE TÁ GÁNTHÁ
ANANTA GÁNE GÁNE
BHUVANER KÁNE KÁNE
PHÁGUN RAJANII KÁNDE
TABU SE ÁSHÁY BÁNDHE
MANERE SHONÁR TARE
TAVA ASIIM ABHIYÁNE
BHUVANER KÁNE KÁNE
ESO TUMI BÁRE BÁRA
KARIBO NAMASKÁRA
SHATA BHÁVE SHATA BÁRA
BHÚLE SAB ABHIMÁNE
BHUVANER KÁNE KÁNE
TOMÁR MANER KATHÁ
SVAPNAMAYA VÁRTÁ
SABÁRE SHONÁYE DIO
BHUVANER KÁNE KÁNE
The events of Your mind,
the dreamy play,
whisper throughout the world.
Whatever You will say,
O dear,
know this fact,
will remain threaded for infinity,
song after song.
The night cries in spring,
though there is consolation and hope,
that in its mind,
it will listen to You infinite expedition.
Come again and again.
Forgetting all ego,
I salute You hundreds of times,
in hundreds of ways.