TANDRÁ BHÚLIÁ GECHI
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA
CANDRÁLOKE PEYECHI
TAVA PRIITI ANUPAMA
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA
TANDRÁ BHÚLIÁ GECHI,
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA2
JÚTHI PARIMALE BHÁSE SAJAL SAMIIRE
NADI KALLOLE NÁCE E UNMADA NISHIITHE
THEME THEME KEKÁ D́ÁKESARIYE MANERI TAMA
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA
TANDRÁ BHÚLIÁ GECHI,
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA2
JHILLI GANE? JÁGICHE DÚR ÁKÁSHER TÁRÁ
CHANDE GÁNE METECHEPÁPIYÁ ÁTMA HÁRÁ
SVAYAMBARÁ JE BODHIUDDVEG PAYODHI SAMA
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA
TANDRÁ BHÚLIÁ GECHI,
HE ATANDRA PRIYATAMA2
O one who is ever awake!
My most beloved one!
In the moonlight,
I obtained Your incomparable love.
In the moist breeze,
the fragrance of the juthi flower floats.
The stream dances on with resonance,
on this frenzied night.
The peacock calls with pause,
removing the darkness of mind.
The stars of the far sky twinkle.
The papiha bird has lost itself
in intoxication of rhythm and song.
That self-selecting intuition
remains restlessly ocean-like.