MORÁ KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
NÁCATE NÁCATE JÁI VAN KE MORÁ
KÁT́H NIYE GHAR KE PHIRE ÁCHI
KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
MORÁ KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
VANER BHIITARE ÁCHE MADHUR BÁGÁN
ÁCHE, KHUSHIIR HAOÁ ÁCHE NÁCER TÚFÁN
MORÁ, SÁT SHO KATHÁ SHUNI TABU
MÁNAT́I NÁHI KHUI
ÁNANDE SADÁ ÁCHI BÁNCI
KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
MORÁ KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
PHÚLER SAUNGE MODER SUHÁG KATA
ÁCHE DULÁR JATA BHÁLOBÁSÁ TATA
MORÁ D́AR BÁSINÁ LÁJ BÁSINÁ BHÁLOBÁSI GO
THÁKI PARAMA PURUŚERI KÁCHÁ KÁCHI
KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
MORÁ KÁJ NIYE BENCE ÁCHI
We keep engaged in endless work.
Action is our survival.
We go to the forest dancing.
We return carrying logs.
Communities of honey bees
dwell in these groves.
The atmosphere is charged with joy
and whirls in a stormy dance.
Folk may speak against us
but we never lose our identity;
we always live in joy.
We have a deep affinity with the flowers.
We love them
and their pleasant peaceful environment
fills us with delight.
We are afraid of none.
We shy away from none.
We simply love all
and live close to God.