KON SUDÚRER GÁNE KE ESECHO
TUMI AMIYA SÁGAR UTHALIÁ
SUDÚRERA GÁNE
ÁLOR JHARAŃÁ SHATA DHÁRE
NÁCE HIYÁR GABHIRE UCHALIÁ
AMIYA SÁGAR UTHALIYÁ
SUDÚRERA GÁNE
TAVA PARASHE PRAŃAVE JÁGE PRAKAMPA
ASIIMER PÁNE SE DHÁY
TAVA RABHASE RIDDHA RAUNGIIN VASUDHÁ
RAUNGE RÚPE NÁCE RITTÁY
TAVA PARASHE
BHENGE SAB ARGAL MOHA SHRINKHALA
BHÁVÁVEGA CHOT́E MANDRIYÁ
AMIYA SÁGAR UTHALIÁ
SUDÚRERA GÁNE
ÁJ PHÚLER KÁNETE
BHRAMARÁ KII KATHÁ KAY
NIKHIL PRÁŃETE SURABHITA VÁYU BAY
EI SURABHI CETANÁ MADHUR DYOTANÁ
SMITA NIILÁKÁSHE PAŔE UPACIÁ
AMIYA SÁGAR UTHALIÁ
SUDÚRERA GÁNE
Who art Thou
who comes
with a distant song
flood tide of nectarial bliss?
Effulgence
in a hundred streams
inundates my heart.
A cosmic sound,
hurtling
towards infinity,
awakens with Your touch;
and in Your sport,
the bountiful earth
dances
in beauteous and colourful array.
Smash these bars of ignorance,
rush headlong
rapturous heart
towards Your goal.
Black bees whisper
secrets to the flowers,
the fragrant breeze
wafts consciousness
into the world
and sweet vibrations
rippling ceaselessly
merge into
the distant smiling void.