SHUKNO PÁTÁR NÚPUR PÁYE
JHAŔ ESECHE NAERITE
IISHÁNERI VIŚÁŃA NIYE
PRALAYAUNKAR SAḾGIITE
JHAŔA ESECHE NAERITE
SHUKNO PÁTÁR NÚPUR PÁYE
JHAŔ ESECHE NAERITE
TÁL TAMÁLIR TÁLER SÁTHE
RAJANII GANDHÁ JE RÁTE
BHENGE PAŔE MAHÁGHÁTE
MAHÁKÁLER BHRIKUT́ITE
JHAŔ ESECHE NAERITE
SHUKNO PÁTÁR NÚPUR PÁYE
JHAŔ ESECHE NAERITE
NINDÁ STUTIR URDHVE THEKE
JHAŔA METECHE NESHÁR JHONKE
KÁLO MEGHER PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
ÁLO DHÁRÁR DVAERATHE
JHAŔ ESECHE NAERITE
SHUKNO PÁTÁR NÚPUR PÁYE
JHAŔ ESECHE NAERITE
With the ankle-bell of dry leaves,
a storm arose in the southwest.
It came carrying the northeasterly resonance of visana.
With the fragrance of the night jasmine,
and the rhythm of palm and tamal trees,
it came that night with great impact,
under the stern eyebrows of the God of death.
From beyond praise and condemnation,
the storm frenzied in the flow of intoxication.
Through the gaps of dark clouds
pierced the double chariot in the flow of effulgence.