D́ÁLÁ UJÁŔ KARE PHELO
PHELO ÁJIKÁR EI MADHUR TITHITE
THÁLÁ UJÁŔ KARE D́HÁLO D́HÁLO
SABÁKÁR EI MILAN VIITHITE,
ÁJIKÁR EI MADHUR TITHITE
KÁNNÁR GÁN GEO NÁKO ÁR
PÁSHARIYÁ JÁO SAB KLESH BHÁR
CAKIT HARIŃII PREKŚAŃÁ OGO
TRÁSETE CAKIT HOYO NÁ ÁR
HIYÁ UJÁŔ HOYE GELO
GELO MOHANER EI MADIR BHÁVETE
ÁJIKÁR EI MADHUR TITHITE
NAVA NAVA SURE GEYE JÁO GÁN
NOTUN RÁGETE BHARE TOLO PRÁŃ
SUDHÁ UJÁR KARE NILO
NILO MAN COR EI NIIRAVA NISHIITHE
ÁJIKÁR EI MADHUR TITHITE
Pour out the contents of Your basket
on this auspicious day of get together.
Sing no more songs of pain
and lay aside
the miseries of bygone days.
No longer be dismayed
like the timid forest deer.
Pour out Your heart
in intoxicated bhava
to the Ever Blissful One.
Sing songs of melodies ever new
and fill Your life with love.
The Thief Divine
steals the nectar of mind
in the silent stillness of night.