BOLE JÁO BOLE JÁO OGO PRABHU
TUMI KÁR TARE ESECHILE KLESHA KARI
ÁNDHÁR NISHÁ CHILO MEGHE D́HÁKÁ
PATH CHILO PICCHILO TADUPARI
TUMI KÁR TARE ESECHILE KLESHA KARI
CARAŃ CIHNA TAVA ÁNKÁ JATANE
JE PATHE ÁSIYÁ CHILE TUMI GOPANE
SE PATHER DHÚLI ÁJAO NÁCE SHIHARI
TOMÁR SE ÁGAMAN SMARAŃ KARI
TUMI, KÁR TARE ESECHILE KRPÁ KARI
TUMI KÁR TARE ESECHILE KLESHA KARI
TITHI JÁY MÁS JÁY SAB KICHU CALE JÁY
JÁHÁ ÁSE TÁHÁ JÁY DHÚLIR DHARÁY
SMRITI SHUDHU THEKE JÁY MANERI MANIKÁY
SE MAŃI JE BHÁSVAR TOMÁRE GHERI
TÁI TO TOMÁRE DHARI BÁHU PRASÁI
ÁMI, TÁI TO TOMÁRE DHARI BÁHU PRASÁI
TUMI KÁR TARE ESECHILE KLESHA KARI
Tell me, tell me,
why did You come,
undergoing so much pain?
The dark night was filled with clouds,
and, on the top of that,
the path was slippery.
Your footmark is carefully preserved
on the path
on which You secretly came.
The dust of that path
dances with quiver even today,
in remembrance of Your arrival.
What for did You come,
bestowing Your grace upon me?
Days pass by, months pass by,
everything passes by.
Those who come,
again leave on muddy earth.
Only their memory remains in the jewel of mind,
and that gem shines around You.
That is why, I hold You,
extending both my arms.