ÁJ PÁKHIRÁ KII GÁN GÁIÁ JÁY
PHÚLER VANETE BHRAMARÁ NIBHRITE
KII KATHÁ ÁJIKE SHONÁTE CÁY
BHARÁ BÁDALE JHARÁ BÁDALE
ASHNI VIŚÁŃE KENO MÁTÁY
KÁHÁR PULAKE JHALAKE
BIJALIR KAŃÁ CHÚT́IYÁ JÁY
NAVA NAVA SURE BÁNSHII PÚRE PURE
ÁMÁR PARÁŃE KE GO NÁCÁY
PÁKHIRÁ KII GÁN GÁIÁ JÁY
RÚPER DEVATÁ HIYÁRO MAMATÁ
SAB MADHURATÁ MEKHE DÁNŔÁY
PÁKHIRÁ KII GÁN GÁIÁ JÁY
Which song do the birds keep singing today?
What do the black bees wish to convey?
At the peak of the rains torrential downs
the thunder boom its deep horn sound,
and lightning flashes momentarily thrill, for whom?
Who makes my heart dance with the tunes of His flute?
O beautiful Lord of beauteous forms,
smeared with compassion
and adorned with sweet love,
appear before me today.