SVAPAN MÁJHE DEKHE CHILUM
ELE TUMI ÁMÁR GHARE
ÁNDHÁR D́HÁKÁ KUT́IR ÁMÁR
BHÁSALO ÁLOR SAROVARE
ELE TUMI ÁMÁR GHARE
ÁTMA PARER PRABHEDA HÁRÁ
EKT́I SUREI MOR EK TÁRÁ
GEYECHE ÁNANDA BHARÁ
SE NISHIITHE PARÁŃ BHARE
ELE TUMI ÁMÁR GHARE
ÁLOY PHUT́ALE UT́HALO KAMAL
ÁRO VISHÁL ÁRO VIMAL
UTSÁRITA TÁR PARIMAL
CHAŔIYE GELO TRISAḾSÁRE
ELE TUMI ÁMÁR GHARE
SVAPAN MÁJHE DEKHE CHILUM
ELE TUMI ÁMÁR GHARE
In a dream, I watched You enter my room.
My little house, previously enveloped in darkness
now floated in a lake of light.
Any distinction of ‘mine’ and ‘not mine’
was lost as my one-stringed lyre blissfully sang out a single tune.
My heart that night was full.
At the touch of light
a lotus blossomed
becoming vaster and purer
its fragrance driven upwards
spreading across the three worlds.