PHÚL VANE ÁMI TOMÁY CEYECHI
ÁMÁR MADHUPE THEKE JEO
KŚUDRA HRIDAYE DHARÁ DIYE PRABHU
ASIIMERA GÁN TUMI GEYO
ÁMÁR MADHUPE THEKE JEO
SHVÁPADA ARAŃYEERI MÁJHE
TOMÁR NÚPUR JENO SADÁ BÁJE
TAMASÁ KRIŚŃA VIBHIIŚIKÁ MÁJHE
JYOTIR PATH DEKHIYE DIO
ÁMÁR MADHUPE THEKE JEO
E ÁSHÁ ÁMÁR NAYKO DURÁSHÁ
ÁR KE BÁ MOR MIT́ÁBE PIPÁSÁ
ÁMÁR HRIDAYE NÁHI ELE YADI
ÁMÁKE HRIDAY TUMI NIO
ÁMÁR MADHUPE THEKE JEO
PHÚL VANE ÁMI TOMÁY CEYECHI
ÁMÁR MADHUPE THEKE JEO
I wanted You in my garden.
Be my bee and stay there.
Come into my small heart O Lord,
and sing the song of infinity.
Amidst the frightening forest,
let Your ankle bell ever resonate.
Amidst the pitch dark and frightful sight,
show the path of effulgence.
This expectation of mine is not audacity.
Who else will quench my thirst?
If You do not come into my heart,
then take my heart.