MAŃIDIIP JVELE REKHECHI
HRIDAYE NIBHRITA KOŃE
HRIDAYE NIBHRITA KOŃE
JAKHAN ÁSIBE TUMI ÁMÁR GHARE
BASÁBO SAYATANE
HRIDAYE NIBHRITA KOŃE
HRIDAYER MÁDHURITE JVÁLÁ
PRÁŃER PARÁG ÁCHE D́HÁLÁ
VANER KUSUM MANE CAYAN KARIYÁ ENE
SÁJÁYECHI MADHUR SANE
HRIDAYE NIBHRITA KOŃE
MOR GÁN EKI SURE SÁDHÁ
EKI TÁRE LAY ÁCHE BÁNDHÁ
GÁN SHONÁVÁR LÁGI DIVÁ NISHI ÁCHI JÁGI
SHRAVAŃE MANANE DHYÁNE
HRIDAYE NIBHRITA KOŃE
A jewelled lamp is lit
in a secret corner of my heart.
When You come
I shall make You seated there
with utmost care.
The pollen of my life
burns in that lamp
lit with the sweet charm of my heart.
I have gathered forest flowers
and arranged them in my mind.
My songs are tuned
to one ceaseless stream
of melody divine.
Night and day
I sing my songs to You.
You, who awaken me
through sound and thought
and meditation
in the deepest cavern of my heart.