SUR SAPTAKE MÁDHURI BHARI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI
MANA MANDIRE MAMATÁ MÁKHI
BOLI, KEU TO MODER PAR NÁI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI
DYULOKER JATA PULAK RÁSHI
BHULOKETE NÁCICHE ÁJI
SAPTA LOKER JATA SUDHÁ RÁSHI
EKÁKÁR HOYE GECHE BHÁI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI
MADHU CAMPAK SURABHI D́HÁLI
SABÁI KE PRAŃATI JÁNÁI
EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI
SUR SAPTAKE MÁDHURI BHARI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI
Filling the musical octave with sweetness,
we march along, singing songs.
With all the love in the temple of our minds, we say:
"There is no one who is not our own."
The joy from the celestial realm
is dancing today on this earthly abode,
and all the nectar of seven realms
has merged into one single flow.
Pouring out the sweet fragrance of the magnolia flowers,
we offer our salutations to all.