NIIL AINJAN ÁNKHITE ÁNKIÁ
VARŚÁ ESECHE NAVA VESHE
ÁJ VARAŚÁ ESECHE NAV VESHE
TOMÁKE SVÁGAT JÁNÁTE ESECHE
SNIGDHA MEGHER SAMÁVESHE
ÁJ SNIGDHA MEGHER SAMÁVESHE
KALÁP MELECHE MAYUR ÁJIKE
KEKÁ KALARAVE VANABHUME
ÁJI KEKÁ KALRAVE VANABHUME
KADAMBA REŃU SÁTHE BHESE CALE
PRÁŃER PARÁG MANBHUME
ÁJ PRÁNER PARÁG MAN BHUME
TOMÁKE GHERIÁ UTSAVA ÁJI
TUMI BHARÁ EI PARIVESHE
ÁJ TUMI BHARÁ EI PARIVESHE
BETAS KUNJA NUE NUE PAŔE
PRAŃATI JÁNÁTE SHATA DHÁRE
TOMÁY PRAŃATI JÁNÁTE SHATA DHÁRE
KAMALER DAL NRITYA MADHUR
D́HEUER MUKHAR ABHISÁRE
ÁJI D́HEUER MUKHAR ABHISÁRE
EI SAMÁROHE TUMI ÁJ RÁJÁ
NAYAN BHULÁNO RÁJ VESHE
TUMI NAYAN BHULÁNO RÁJ VESHE
Applying a blue decoration on my eyes,
the rain arrived today in a new dress.
Soft clouds have gathered
in welcome of Your arrival.
Today, the peacock (of my mind) spreads its wings
and calls out aloud in my mental forest.
In my mental arena,
the pollen of kadamba flowers float on,
mixing with the pollen of life.
Today's festivity lies centred around You.
You pervade all environments.
In salutation to You,
the bamboos in the bamboo groves
bend down in hundreds of ways.
Bunches of lotus flowers,
dance sweetly on waves
gently expressing their love.
You are the king of this grand festival,
adorned in an enchanting royal dress.