TUMI ÁMÁR PRÁŃER PRADIIP
CHANDÁYITA GIITI DHÁRÁ
GIITI DHÁRÁ
HÁRÁI NÁKO PATHE PRABHU
TUMI JE MOR DHRUVA TÁRÁ
GIITI DHÁRÁ
KAŃT́HE JAKHAN BHÁŚÁ HÁRÁY
TOMÁR GIITI SURE MÁTÁY
SUPTA MANEO VYÁPTA TUMI
CIRA JÁGRATA NINDAHÁRÁ
GIITI DHÁRÁ
BHÁVA BHÁŚÁ SUR MISHE ÁCHE
TOMÁR RÁTUL PÁYER KÁCHE
NÚPUR DHVANI TÁRI SHUNI
BHEUNGE JAD́ATÁR KÁRÁ
GIITI DHÁRÁ
TUMI ÁMÁR PRÁŃER PRADIIP
CHANDÁYITA GIITI DHÁRÁ
GIITI DHÁRÁ
You are the lamp of my life.
You are the flow of rhythmic songs.
You being my polestar,
I shall never be lost on the path.
As my throat loses its language,
Your song starts intoxicating with tunes.
You are the ever awakened alert
that pervades sleeping minds.
Ideation, language and melody become one,
as they approach Your red feet.
Listening to Your ankle bell,
the prison of inertia breaks.