NIIL SÁYARER SVARŃA KAMALA
PHUT́E CHILO KABE KE JÁNE
NIILÁMBUDHIR VAKŚA MÁJHE ÁLOKER UTSAVE
MADHUR TÁR GÁNE, KE JÁNE
NIIL SÁYARER SVARŃA KAMALA
PHUT́E CHILO KABE KE JÁNE
BHORER ÁLOY MUKHAT́I TÚLE
DULATO HAOÁY DODUL DÚLE
BHULATO NÁ SE DITE SUVÁS
PRIITIRI ÁSAVE CHANDA BHARÁ PRÁŃE, KE JÁNE
NIIL SÁYARER SVARŃA KAMALA
PHUT́E CHILO KABE KE JÁNE
ÁCAMBHITE SE EK PARII
NIYE GELO TÁRE DHARI
MÁNILO NÁ KONO MÁNÁ
VYATHÁR PRATISVARE NIJHUM NIRJANE, KE JÁNE
NIIL SÁYARER SVARŃA KAMALA
PHUT́E CHILO KABE KE JÁNE
Who knows when the golden lotus of the blue sea bloomed?
By whose sweet song did it bloom,
amidst the festivity of light,
within the bosom of the blue ocean?
Who is He,
who raises His face in the morning light,
oscillating on the swing of wind,
not allowing that fragrance to be forgotten,
by the elixir of love
and a rhythm full of vitality?
Suddenly a fairy came
and took away that golden lotus.
Unrestrained by any forbidding,
against the call of pain,
it held it, departing silently and secludedly.