ÁLOR MELÁ KARE JE KHELÁ
MOR JIIVANE SAḾGOPANE
ÁLOR MELÁ
DHARE PHELECHI JENE NIYECHI
E TAVA LIILÁ ÁMÁRI SANE
MOR JIIVANE SAḾGOPANE
ÁLOR MELÁ
CHANDE CHANDE GÁNTHI TAVA JAY MÁLÁ
GANDHERI UCCHVÁSE BHARE TÚLI D́ÁLÁ
HÁRÁNO SUKHER SMRITI ABÁR PHIRE JE ÁSE
ÁMÁR MANER KOŃE
MOR JIIVANE SAḾGOPANE
ÁLOR MELÁ KARE JE KHELÁÁLOR MELÁ
UŚÁR ARUŃ RAUNGE RÁUNGIYE TULI
SAMMUKHE RAYE GECHE JE DIN GULI
MANER MÁDAKATÁ HIYÁR UCCHVALATÁ
DOLÁ DIYE JÁY MADHU VANE
MOR JIIVANE SAḾGOPANE,
ÁLOR MELÁ
This festival of light
is a secret game of Yours
in the garden of my life.
I have discovered it.
I have detected Your sport.
In rhythmic trance
I weave a victory wreath
and fill a welcoming basket
with fragrant delights.
Memories of forgotten joys
are revived.
Let me enlighten my the coming days
with dawn's crimson rays.
A joyintoxicated mind
an exuberant heart
vibrate the fragrant garden of my life.