KRIŚŃÁ RAJANII JÁY CALE
SHUKLÁ TITHI PHIIRE ÁSE
VYATHÁ BHÁRE ÁJ JE NYUBJA
KÁL SE KHUSHIRA ÁMEJE
SHUKLÁ TITHI PHIIRE ÁSE
HÁRIYE JÁOÁ MADHUR SMRITI
KÁNAN BHARÁ GANDHA GIITI
KLESH KASHÁGHATA KLIŚT́A RÁTER
SHESE ÁSE SAKÁSHE
SHUKLÁ TITHI PHIIRE ÁSE
JIIRŃA KANTHÁ JÁY JE SARE
ÁNDHÁR HIYÁY JHILIK MERE
ÁJ JE RÁJÁ KÁL SE ÁTUR
ÁJ ÁTUR KÁL RÁJÁ SE
SHUKLÁ TITHI PHIIRE ÁSE
The dark night passes away,
the moonlit night returns.
One who is bent with the load of agonies today,
will tomorrow be under the effect of joy.
In lost and sweet memories,
in a garden full of fragrant songs,
at the end of afflicted, painful nights,
come closer.
Torn rags disappear,
and flashes of light enter my dark heart.
One who is king today,
may tomorrow become indigent,
and today's indigent may be tomorrow's king.