SEI PÚRŃIMÁ RÁTE ÁMI
CHINU SVAPANER GHORE
SEI MÁYÁR RÁJPURIITE
DEKHE CHINU
DEKHE CHINU TOMÁRE
CHINU SVAPANER GHORE
SEI PÚRŃIMÁ RÁTE ÁMI
SETHÁ KUSUME SUVÁS CHILO
JÁ MÁDHURITE D́HEKE DILO
SETHÁ MADHUR PARASH ÁSHE
MADHUKAR GHÚR CHILO
SEI NIRÁLÁY BHESE BHESE
HESE CHILO
HESE CHILO SUDHÁKARE
CHINU SVAPANER GHORE
SEI PÚRŃIMÁ RÁTE ÁMI
SETHÁ KUSUME CHILO NÁ KÁNT́Á
JIIVANE CHILO NÁ BHÁNT́Á
SETHÁ JOÁRERI UJÁNE
CHILO CANDANA BÁT́Á
SEI NIIHÁRIKÁ MÁKHÁ NIILE
NECE CHILO
NECE CHILO MANA MAYURE
CHINU SVAPANER GHORE
SEI PÚRŃIMÁ RÁTE ÁMI
On that full moon night, I was in deep dream.
In the capital of the delusive Maya, I saw You.
There, the fragrance of flowers was present and filled with sweetness.
There, in the hope of a sweet touch, a bee was hovering.
There, floating continuously all alone, the moon was smiling.
There, the flowers were thornless and there was no downstream tide of life.
There, sandal was pasted in an upward flow,
and coated with it, the nebula kept dancing like a mental peacock.