SUR DILE TUMI PRIYA
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN, TUMI
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN
SHRUTITE TULIYÁ NIYO
TOMÁRI E AVADÁN
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN, TUMI
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN
ÁMÁR BOLITE KICHUI TO NÁI
TUMI BHARE ÁCHO JE TIKE TÁKÁI
TOMÁRE BHEVE NIJERE HÁRÁI
TUMI JE PRÁŃER PRÁŃA
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN, TUMI
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN
CHANDE O TÁLE MOR SÁTHE THEKO
AMARÁ MÁDHURII TÁTE D́HELE REKHO
SAKAL KÁLIMÁ ÁLO DIYE D́HEKO
SARIE ABHIMÁN
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN, TUMI
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN
SUR DILE TUMI PRIYA
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN, TUMI
KANT́HE DIYECHO GÁN
O Beloved,
You filled my voice with melody and song.
Now lift this gift of Yours to Your ears.
There is nothing that can be called mine.
Wherever I look at,
I see You filling the entire arena.
By thinking of You,
I lose myself,
You being the life of my life.
Remain with me in rhythms and meters,
pouring heavenly sweetness into them.
Covering all darkness with Your illumination,
remove my ego.