TANDRÁ NÁVE ÁNKHITE
MANDÁLOKE YADIO
HE PRABHU TOMÁR BÁNSHIITE
D́ÁK DIYE JÁGIYE DIO
MANDÁLOKE YADIO
ALAKÁRA SUDHÁ SARITE
ÁRO BESHII JYOTI BHARITE
TOMÁR RÁGA RÁGINIITE
JHARŃÁ DHÁRÁ JHARÁIO
MANDÁLOKE YADIO
NÁI ÁRO MOR KONO ÁSH DEVTÁ
KARECHO TAMONÁSHA
CHINŔE GECHE MOR MOHA
PÁSHA MUKTIR GÁN SHUNÁIO
MANDÁLOKE YADIO
TANDRÁ NÁVE ÁNKHITE
MANDÁLOKE YADIO
O Lord,
if drowsiness comes to my eyes,
in the soft light,
calling me with Your flute,
wake me up.
Ever fill the stream of heavenly nectar
with more light.
Through melodies and tunes,
flow the fountain current.
I have no more expectations.
The divinity is destroying all darkness.
The bondage of attachments is broken.
I shall henceforth sing the song of liberation.