ESO SMITA MUKHE MOR GHARE
SAKAL ÁNDHÁR SARIYE
ESO MOR MANOVANE KISHALAYE GÁNE
VYATHÁR ASHRU MUCHIYE
SAKAL ÁNDHÁR SARIYE
JE TAMASÁ JAMÁ ÁCHE MOR GHARE
JÁGATIK ÁLO SARÁTE NÁ PÁRE
PAŔE ÁCHI ANDHA KÁRÁGÁRE
TUMI DÁO DYUTI BHARIYE
SAKAL ÁNDHÁR SARIYE
TUMI CHÁŔÁ PRIYA KÁRE D́ÁKI ÁR
KE RAYECHE ÁMÁR ÁPANÁR
TUMI JE MOR JIIVANER SÁR
DÁO MOHA GHUM BHAUNGIYE
SAKAL ÁNDHÁR SARIYE
ESO SMITA MUKHE MOR GHARE
SAKAL ÁNDHÁR SARIYE
Come to my home with a smiling face,
removing all my darkness.
Come into my mental garden as its tender leaves,
wiping away my tears of pain with Your songs.
The darkness that has accumulated in my home,
cannot be removed by worldly light.
I lie stranded in the dark prison.
Fill it instead with Your light.
Beloved,
other than You, who should I call?
Who else is my own?
You are the essence of my life.
Hence, break the slumber of my infatuation.