EI BHÁLOLÁGÁ PHÚLA VANE
TUMI MADHU CAMPAKA
BHÁLOBÁSI ÁMI RÁTE DINE
CEYE THÁKI APALAKA
TOMÁR PARÁG BHÁSE VÁTÁSE
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TOMÁR PARÁG BHÁSE VÁTÁSE
SUDÚR NILIIMÁY MAHÁKÁSHE
ÁVESHE BHARÁ CITE ÁSO PRAKÁSHE
HE MÁLAINCA KANAKA
DÁO NÁI HENO KICHU NÁI E DHARÁY
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DÁO NÁI HENO KICHU NÁI E DHARÁY
PITÁR SNEHA MÁTÁR MAMATÁY
GRAHE ULKÁY NIIHÁRIKÁ TÁRÁY
PÁI TOMÁR JHALAK
TUMI MADHU CAMPAKA
EI BHÁLOLÁGÁ PHÚLA VANE
TUMI MADHU CAMPAKA
In this lovely floral garden,
You are the sweet campaka flower.
I love You day and night.
I look at You without blinking.
Your fragrance floats in the air
and in the distant great blue sky.
Appear in the broad light full of impulse,
O golden flower of my garden!
There is nothing in the world
that You cannot give.
You are both fatherly love and motherly affection.
In stars, planets and nebulae,
I find Your reflections.