MAN MADHUKARE UDDVEL KARE
ESE GELE PRIYA MOR GHARE
SVÁGATA JÁNÁTE ARGHYE BARITE
KICHUI CHILO NÁ A KUT́IIRE
ESE GELE PRIYA MOR GHARE
BHÁVITE PÁRINI TUMI ESE JÁBE
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BHÁVITE PÁRINI TUMI ESE JÁBE
ÁSHÁR ÁLOKE RAḾGIIN KARIBE
HRIDAYER MADHU DUI HÁTE NEVE
TÁKÁBE HESE PRIITI BHARE
ESE GELE PRIYA MOR GHARE
ÁSHÁR ATIITA SPARSHAMAŃI
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ÁSHÁR ATIITA SPARSHAMAŃI
BHÁḾGÁR BÁNDHANE BÁNDHÁ JE PAŔENI
ÁSÁR SHUNINI KONO PADA
DHVANI ELE CAKITE ÁLO KARE
ESE GELE PRIYA MOR GHARE
MAN MADHUKARE UDDVEL KARE
ESE GELE PRIYA MOR GHARE
Awakening my mental bee,
my dear one came to my home.
I had nothing in my hut
to welcome Him
and to offer Him.
I had not expected that He would come
and make colourful, my ray of hope.
I had not expected that,
giving the honey of the heart,
with both His hands,
He would smile, full of love.
The touch-gem beyond hope,
came to break the bondage I was trapped in.
I did not hear any footstep sound.
He came illuminating me with surprise.