MADHURA ÁNANE MANERA KÁNANE
NIIRAVA CARAŃE ESO PRIYATAMA
PUŚPITA NILAYE SUSMITA HRIDAYE
SURE TÁLE LAYE SHONÁBO GIITI MAMA
NIIRAVA CARAŃE ESO PRIYATAMA
TOMÁRI LÁGIYÁ ÁSHÁTE BÁNCIYÁ
ÁCHI JE ÁMI YUGA YUGA DHARI
TOMARE CÁHIYÁ MARMA MATHIYÁ
SUDHÁ PÁTRA KHÁNI REKHECHI PÚRŃA KARI
SUSHLIŚT́A ADHARE SUSHIŚT́A ÁDHÁRE?
PÁN KARO TÁHÁ PUŚPE BHRINGA SAMA
NIIRAVA CARAŃE ESO PRIYATAMA
MARUR JHAT́IKÁY SHUKÁIYÁ NÁHI JÁY
TAPTA BÁLUKÁY SAJIIVATÁ RASA GHANA
ASHNI NIRGHOŚE JHAINJHÁR ÁKROSHE
DAHIYÁ NÁHI DEY SHYÁMALIMÁ NAVATANA
ATANDRA TITHITE ANIDRA NISHIITHE
JVÁLÁYE REKHECHI DIIP SHIKHÁ NÁSHI TAMA
NIIRAVA CARAŃE ESO PRIYATAMA
O most beloved Lord,
with a sweet face and silent feet
come into my mental garden.
My home has blossomed.
With a smiling heart,
in melody and rhythm,
let me sing my song for You.
In the hope of Your arrival,
I have been surviving for ages.
Expecting You with a heart churned to its core,
I have kept my nectar pot filled.
With pleasing lips,
drink that from that decent vessel
like a bee does from its flower.
The hot sandstorm's sand
won't dry
the liveliness of Your intense flavour.
The thunder's roar in angry storms
won't burn
Your fresh greenness.
On a nimble date in a sleepless night,
I have kept the flame of my lamp burning
to remove my darkness.