MARÁ JAMUNÁY VÁN ELE DILE
ÁMÁR MANER GOKULE
DESH VIDESHER BHEDA BHULIYE
MÁNAVER VYATHÁ BOJHÁLE
ÁMÁR MANER GOKULE
MÁNAVÁTMÁ DHULOY KENDECHE
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MÁNAVÁTMÁ DHULOY KENDECHE
ANÁDARE DÚRE SARIYÁ THEKECHE
ASHRU SIKTA SE ITIVRITTA
SABÁKÁR KÁNE SHONÁLE
ÁMÁR MANER GOKULE
RÚPER E DHARÁ SAKALER TARE
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RÚPER E DHARÁ SAKALER TARE
PRABHÁTER ÁLO SABE ÁSHÁ KARE
KAMBU KANT́HE E MAHÁMANTRE
SMITA PRATYAYE JÁNÁLE
ÁMÁR MANER GOKULE
MARÁ JAMUNÁY VÁN ELE DILE
ÁMÁR MANER GOKULE
You flooded the dry Yamuna river,
inundating the Gokul of my mind.
You felt the agonies of human beings
irrespective of the places they live in.
Human existence used to cry out loud,
crumbling to dust and humiliated.
Bliss used to remain far away.
Such tearful event, You did recount to all.
In expectation of the morning light,
with a loud voice, resounding as if coming through a conch shell,
You smiled and declared with conviction
the great mantra
that this beautiful world be for all.