PHÚLER PARÁG BHESE JÁY
KÁHAKE TRIPTI DITE CÁY SE JE
NECE CALE KON AJÁNÁYA
BHESE JÁY
KORAKERA MÁJHE BANDII SE CHILO
MADHUR MÁDHURII SETHÁ PEYE CHILO
ÁJ, MUKTA PAVANE JIIVANÁUNGANE
BHÁLO BESECHE NABHA NIILIMÁY
BHESE JÁY
PHÚLE ESECHILO KON AJÁNÁ HOTE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PHÚLE ESECHILO KON AJÁNÁ HOTE
KÁHÁR MAHIMÁ PRACÁR KARITE
CINUK VÁ NÁ CINUK TÁHÁKE
TÁRI PRIITITE SE UPACÁY
BHESE JÁY
PHÚLER PARÁG BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY
Floral fragrance keeps floating.
Whom does it long to satisfy?
Towards which unknown place does it dance?
It had been imprisoned in the nucleus of the flower.
It had gotten sweet honey there.
Today, in free air,
in the quadrangle of life,
it loves the blueness of the sky.
From which unknown sphere did the flower come?
To propagate whose glory?
It overflows with His love,
irrespective of whether I recognise Him or not.