MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY
TUMI ABELÁY KENO ELE OGO DAYÁMAY, EI ASAMAY
MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY
MOR MANER BAKULERÁ JHARIYÁGECHE
SHEFÁLIR PHUL NIICE PAŔIYÁ GECHE
DIIPÁDHÁRE MANO DIIP NIVIYÁ GECHE
TUMI, DERI KARE KENO ELE OGO CINMAYA, EI ASAMAY
MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY
MOR SANGIIRÁ SUDÚRE HÁRÁYECHE
BHÁLOBÁSÁ KOTHÁ BHÁSIÁ GECHE
MOR, ÁSHÁR MUKUL SAB SHUKÁYECHE
TABO MRIDU HESE KENO ESE PÁSHE BASILE
TUMI O GO MANOMAY, EI ASAMAY
MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY MOR NÁHI JE SAMAY
Alas, I have no more time.
I have no more time.
Who are You, coming to me,
O merciful Lord,
at this late hour of my life?
The bakul flowers of my mind have dropped off.
The shefali flowers have fallen down.
The lamp of my mind on the lamp stand
is almost extinguished.
How do You come,
O merciful Lord,
so late in my life?
My friends have departed.
All the love of my life has also disappeared.
The blossoms of my hope have all withered.
Yet who are You, coming so late
with Your gentle smile
and sit beside me at this late hour?
O Lord of my mind!