TOMÁR ÁLOKE BHUVAN BHARECHE
KENO TUMI RAYE GECHO DÚRE
RASÁLE PALÁSHE MUKUL DHARECHE
TUMI KI JÁNO NÁ TAVA TARE
KENO TUMI RAYE GECHO DÚRE
AVANIIR SÁRÁTSÁR TUMI
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AVANIIR SÁRÁTSÁR TUMI
PADMA VEDIITE BASE ÁCHO
KON SUDÚRER NIILÁMBU THEKE
SMITÁNANE SHUDHU DEKHITECHO
ÁRO KÁCHE ESO YADI BHÁLOBÁSO
TRUT́I KŚAMI PRABHU KRIPÁ KARE
KENO TUMI RAYE GECHO DÚRE
ÁLOKER EI MAHOTSAVE
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ÁLOKER EI MAHOTSAVE
TUMI NÁ ÁSIBE ÁR KE ÁSIBE
JIIVANER JAY GÁN GEYE JÁBE
NIJA MUKHE NAVA RÁGE SURE
KENO TUMI RAYE GECHO DÚRE
TOMÁR ÁLOKE BHUVAN BHARECHE
KENO TUMI RAYE GECHO DÚRE
With Your effulgence
the world is filled.
Why do You stay far away?
Buds have appeared on the mango and palash trees for You.
Don’t You know that?
As quintessence of this world,
You are seated on the lotus altar.
From the distant blue water,
with a smiling face,
You go on observing.
If You love me, come still closer.
Forgive my mistakes,
showering Your grace, O Lord.
At the time of this great festivity of light,
if You do not come, who else will come?
Come, singing through Your own mouth
the victory song of life,
in a new tune and melody.