EI, SANDHYÁ MÁLATIIR GANDHE
MAN BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY KON SUDÚRE
NRITYER TÁLE TÁLE CHANDE
LIILÁYITA NUPURE
MAN BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY KON SUDÚRE
KAŃT́HETE TAVA NÁM GÁN
TANDRÁ BHÚLE GECHE PRÁŃA
BHÁVE SHUDHU TAVA AVADÁN
KII CHINU KII KARE DILE MORE
MAN BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY KON SUDÚRE
BHÁLOBÁSÁ JÁNI BUJHI
MAMATÁY HÁR MÁNIYÁCHI
TUMI CHÁŔÁ SAB BHÚLE GECHI
TAVA MADHURIMÁ JHAUNKÁRE
MAN BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY KON SUDÚRE
On this evening, filled with the fragrance of the malati flower,
with each step of rhythmic dance, along resonating ankle bells,
my mind floats off into the far distance.
My mind abandons all drowsiness
as my throat sings the song of Your name.
Ideating on You,
I have become Your gift.
What am I now,
is what You have made me.
I know and understand that You love me.
Attachments have been vanquished.
At the tinkling of Your sweet vina,
I forget everything.