TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE, KENO ÁLO JHARÁLE
KENO PHÚL PHOT́ÁLE
KENO BHÁLOBÁSILE KENO MAN MÁTÁLE
KENO ÁLO JHARÁLE, KENO PHÚL PHOT́ÁLE
BELÁ JÚTHIKÁR GANDHE BHESE ÁSO
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BELÁ JÚTHIKÁR GANDHE BHESE ÁSO
MANER MADHUPE DEKHE PULAKE HÁSO
TANDRÁHATA ANDHAKÁRO NÁSHO
MANE MÁDHURI MÁKHÁLE
KENO ÁLO JHARÁLE, KENO PHÚL PHOT́ÁLE
JIIVANER PRATI PADAKŚEPE ÁCHO
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JIIVANER PRATI PADAKŚEPE ÁCHO
PRÁŃER SPHAT́IKE UJJVAL KARECHO
CHANDE GÁNE NÁCE METE RAYECHO
UCCHAL SMRITI JVALE
KENO ÁLO JHARÁLE, KENO PHÚL PHOT́ÁLE
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE, KENO ÁLO JHARÁLE
KENO PHÚL PHOT́ÁLE
If You do not have to come,
why did You scatter illumination and made flowers bloom?
Why did You love and intoxicate my mind?
Floating through the fragrance of bela and juhi flowers, You come.
Looking at the mental bee, You smile with joy.
Destroying the inertia affected darkness,
You bestow sweetness to the mind.
At each footstep of life You are present, shining the crystal of life.
You remain ever engrossed in rhythm, song and dance,
making memoirs of You glow vibrantly.