MOR, PHÁGUNER ÁGUN LÁGÁNO
PALÁSH KUNJE ESO SHYÁM
UDVELA HIYÁ RAYECHE CÁHIYÁ
DEKHITE TOMÁRE GUŃA DHÁM
MOR, PHÁGUNER ÁGUN LÁGÁNO
PALÁSH KUNJE ESO SHYÁM
KADAMBA DRUME KOKIL GÁICHE
TAMÁLER KÁLO CHÁYÁ JE NÁCICHE
ASHOK KUNJE PUNJE PUNJE
MADHU ÁSE ALIDÁM
MOR, PHÁGUNER ÁGUN LÁGÁNO
PALÁSH KUNJE ESO SHYÁM
MANER MADHYE JE RAUNGA DHARECHE
SE RAUNGA DYULOKE CHAŔIYE PAŔECHE
BHÚLOKE DYULOKE EK SÁTHE ÁCHI
SMARICHE TOMÁR MADHUNÁM
TUMI TÁLE TÁLE ESO GHANASHYÁM
MOR, PHÁGUNER ÁGUN LÁGÁNO
PALÁSH KUNJE ESO SHYÁM
O dear Shyam,
kindling fire,
during my spring,
come into the arbour of palash trees!
O collection of attributes,
my heart is restless to see You!
The cuckoo sings in the kadamba tree,
the dark shadow of tamal trees dances,
and at the ashoka arbour,
swarms of honeybees gather.
The mind colouring hue
scatters into heavenly arenas.
The heaven and earth stay with me,
remembering Your sweet name.
O Ghanashyam,
come to me with each rhythm of Yours.