MÁNAVATÁ ÁJ DHULÁY LUT́ÁY
TUMI KENO DÚRE RAYECHO
KOMALATÁ UPALE HÁRÁY
TUMI KI TÁKIYE NÁHI DEKHECHO
TUMI KENO DÚRE RAYECHO
PUŚPA PARAG HOYECHE STHÁŃU
CANDAN HOYE GECHE DAETYA TANU
MARMER KOŃE KOŃE KUSUMER KÁNANE
GARAL BHÁSITE KENO DIYECHO
TUMI KENO DÚRE RAYECHO
YUGA YUGÁNTARER JATA SÁDHANÁ
JÁHÁ KICHU CHILO BHÁLO SHUBHA BHÁVANÁ
SABÁRE GUŔIYE DIYE JYOTSNÁLOKE VIŚIYE
DÁNAVE NÁCITE KENO DITECHO
TUMI KENO DÚRE RAYECHO
MÁNAVATÁ ÁJ DHULÁY LUT́ÁY
TUMI KENO DÚRE RAYECHO
Humanity is buried in dust today.
Why do You remain far away?
Softness is lost and has been converted into stone.
Can't You see that even after observing it?
The pollen and fragrance of flowers have become stationary.
Sandalwood has become the demon's body.
In the recess of every core,
in floral gardens,
why have You allowed poison to disseminate?
All spiritual endeavour, from countless eras,
whatever good and auspicious thought,
crushing all,
and contaminating the moonlight,
why did You allow the devil to dance?