KE ELE NÁ BOLE ELE
GHUMER GHOR BHÁNGÁNOR D́ÁK DIYE
D́ÁK DIYE
CAINCAL PAVANE LIILÁYITA KARIYÁ
SAB PEYECHIR GÁN GEYE
GÁN GEYE, D́ÁK DIYE
ÁKÁSHE SURYA PADA TALE DHARAŃII
BÁJICHE TURYA MUKHARITA SARAŃII
GHUMIYE THÁKIBÁR, KENDE KÁL KÁT́ÁBÁR
ALASATÁ BHULE GIYE
BHÚLE GIYE, D́ÁK DIYE
GHUMER GHOR BHÁUNGÁNOR D́ÁK DIYE
ÁLOR AE DHÁRÁR PÁNE
CHANDE NÁCE O GÁNE
EGIYE CALÁR PATH BEYE
PATH BEYE, D́ÁK DIYE
GHUMER GHOR BHÁUNGÁNOR D́ÁK DIYE
Who are You that came without telling me,
sending out Your call to rouse me from slumber?
Gracefully moving in the restless wind,
singing Your song of final attainment?
The sun is in the sky, the earth underfoot.
Your trumpet is sounding in the bustling lanes,
sending out Your call to rouse me from slumber,
casting out lethargy and idle lamentation.
Dancing and singing in rhythm,
moving forward on the path
towards the stream of radiant light
sending out Your call to rouse me from slumber.