VISHVER PARASH MAŃI
TUMI PRIYA SABÁKÁR
TOMÁREI SHREŚT́A JÁNI
ÁNDHÁRE ÁSHÁR JYOTI SÁR
TUMI PRIYA SABÁKÁR
TOMÁRE BHÁLO NÁ BESE
TOMÁRE BHÁLO NÁ BESE
THÁKIBO KISER ÁSHE
SHEFÁLII SUVÁSE BHÁSE
TAVA PRIITI KUSHE KÁSHE
SHARATER RÚPÁLI MEGHE
SHARATER RÚPÁLI MEGHE
TOMÁRII SMRITI JE JÁGE
SARÁYE DEY SE ÁNDHÁR
VASUDHÁR JATA VYATHÁ BHÁR
TUMI PRIYA SABÁKÁR
MANERI MAYUR NÁCE
MANERI MAYUR NÁCE
TAVA KARUŃÁ SE JÁCE
TOMÁRE CÁY SE KÁCHE
VINIMAYE KALÁPERI HÁR
TUMI PRIYA SABÁKÁR
VISHVER PARASH MAŃI
TUMI PRIYA SABÁKÁR
O touchstone of the world,
You are the beloved of all.
I consider You the best,
O essence of light during darkness.
Not loving You,
with whose hope shall I live?
Like the fragrance of the shefalii flower,
Your love floats through tall grasses.
Amidst silvery white clouds,
Your memory arises
and removes darkness and all pains on earth.
My mental peacock dances and seeks Your grace.
It wants You close, in exchange of of its beautiful tail's garland.