DAMAKÁ HAOÁY MAN BHESE JÁY
KON AJÁNÁYA KE JÁNE
BÁLUKÁ BELÁY BASE NIRÁLÁY
KÁLA KET́E JÁY TÁRÁ GUŃE
KON AJÁNÁYA KE JÁNE
CEYECHI JÁHÁ TÁRÁ PEYECHI PICHU PICHU
MANERII MAINJILE MADHU MÁLATII PHÚLE
MADHUP CHÚT́E ÁSE KÁR T́ÁNE
KON AJÁNÁYA KE JÁNE
O GO BEDARADII BOJHO NÁ MOR BHÁŚÁ
TOMÁRE GHIRE GHIRE ÁMÁR JATA ÁSHÁ
ÁMÁR KÁNDÁ HÁSÁ ÁMÁR BHÁLOBÁSÁ
KONO BÁDHÁR BÁNDHA NÁHI MÁNE
KON AJÁNÁYA KE JÁNE
DAMAKÁ HAOÁY MAN BHESE JÁY
KON AJÁNÁYA KE JÁNE
Through the gusty wind,
my mind floats to some unknown sphere.
Sitting on a lonely, sandy shore,
my time passes counting the stars.
Whatever I had wanted, I eventually attained.
Under whose attraction do the bees rush
unto that mental destination of sweet malati flower?
O merciless One,
You do not understand my language.
All my hopes center around You only.
All my joys, cries and love
are not deterred by whatever obstruction.