TUMI, KE GO ELE EI VARAŚÁY
UDAKERA KAŃÁ MEKHE GÁY
KE GO ELE EI VARAŚÁY
UDAKERA KAŃÁ MEKHE GÁY
KADAMBA REŃU PULAKE SHIHARÁY
SHIKHI NRITYER TÁLE KHUSHITE KEKÁ GÁY
MANO MADHUKARE PUNJE PUNJE JÁY
MAKARANDA ÁSHE ALI DHÁY
KE GO ELE EI VARAŚÁY
UDAKERA KAŃÁ MEKHE GÁY
SARITÁR SUR ÁJI ÁNANDE UCCHALA
VEŃUKÁR VAN NAVA UTSÁHE CAINCALA
GANDHA MADHU BHARÁ ŚAD́A RÚHA DALA
BHARÁ PRÁŃE KÁR PÁNE ÁJI CÁY
KE GO ELE EI VARAŚÁY
UDAKERA KAŃÁ MEKHE GÁY
Is it You who came singing,
in this rain, absorbed in water drops?
The kadamba flower pollen shivers with joy.
The peacock joyously dances and sings in rhythm.
The mental bees in groups rush on
with the hope of reaching their pollen.
The murmuring of the stream resonates with joy,
and the cane grove vibrates with new enthusiasm.
The six petaled flowers,
full of fragrance and honey,
intensely long for Him today.