MÁT́IR PRADIIP JVÁLIYE RÁKHI
MÁT́IR E KUT́IIRE
SMITA MUKHE CÁI TOMÁKE
DEKHABO NAYANA BHARE
MÁT́IR E KUT́IIRE
KONO SAḾPAD NÁI JE ÁMÁR
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KONO SAḾPAD NÁI JE ÁMÁR
JÁ ÁCHE SABAI JE TOMÁR
TOMÁR JINIS TOMÁY DOBO
PRIITIR ÁNKHI NIIRE
MÁT́IR E KUT́IIRE
THÁKBE TUMI MANER GOPÁL
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THÁKBE TUMI MANER GOPÁL
HRD KAMALE BHÚLE KÁLÁKÁL
CHANDE SURE BÁNSHII PURE
NÁCBE ÁSHÁ GHIRE
MÁT́IR E KUT́IIRE
MÁT́IR PRADIIP JVÁLIYE RÁKHI
MÁT́IR E KUT́IIRE
I have kept my earthen lamp glowing in this hut of mud.
I want to see You with a smiling face,
that I may look at You to my heart’s content.
I have no wealth of my own.
Whatever is present, is Yours.
With tears of love, I shall offer Your article back to You.
O Gopal (cowherd) of my mind,
stay forever on the lotus of my heart,
irrespective of whatever good or bad times there be.
With the rhythm and melody that emanates from Your flute,
I shall keep dancing, surrounded by hope.