Kali phut́eche ali jut́eche
Mandamadhura vátás bahiche
Práń pete cáy ájike káre háy
Kon se apsará man keŕe niyeche

Jyotsnáloke áj bhuliyá bhay láj
Khuliyá hiina sáj hiyá káre cáhiche

Komala trńa pare shyámala sej ghire
Acená citacore d́ák diye caleche

Bhúdhare ságare marme gabhiire
Sparshacetana táre jhauṋkára jágiche

Blossomed is the bud, assembled are the bees;
Blowing is a sweet and gentle breeze.
Desperate now, keenly I long to find
That nymph divine who's carried off my mind.

On this moonlit night, forgetting fear and shyness,
My naked, questing heart catches sight of the miscreant.

A fragile blade of grass, fitted out only in green,
Waves about, summoned by an unidentified mind-thief.

On mountains and in the sea, and in my deepest feelings,
By the touch of consciousness, a humming's been awakened.

Tomá lági mor mane kata vyathá
Tumi ki bujhite cáo ná
Háráye giyeche nayanera mańi
Tumi ki dekhiyá dekho ná

Áṋkhipáte mor nid náhi áche
Kata jug geche káṋdiyá
Parashamańi go kena dúre theke
Pulake calecho hásiyá
Mor mane eso mor vyathá bojha
Ár akaruńa theko ná

Caliyá giyáche baṋdhuyá ámár
Kon se jhaŕera ráte
Buk bheuṋge jáy dáruńa vyatháy
Smrti bhará vedanáte
Mor páshe baso priiti bhare háso
Ár abhimán karo ná

Due to You, so much pain is in my mind;
This fact, don't You want to recognize?
Gone is the apple of my eye;
Seeing that, how are You blind?

On my eyelids there's no sleep;
So much time is passed in weeping.
Stone of Philosophers, why be distant,
After You've come smiling, imparting a thrill?
Enter my mind, and sense my pain;
No longer remain inhumane.

You went away, my Friend and Lover—
What a night of storms was that!
My heart is breaking from the agony;
My grief is filled with memories.
Sit by my side, and smile tenderly;
No longer hurt my feelings.

Tomáy cheŕe kotháy jábo
Tomár báire kii bá áche
Jete jadi hay kotháo jábo
Tomári carańatale
Jábo vishvakendra májhe

(Tomár) Nám nile jáy sakala lajjá
Sakala bhiiti dúre sare
Sakala hiyá udbhásiyá
Álora dhárá paŕe jhare
Tomára priiti milan giiti
Jhauṋkárete sadá báje

(Tomár) Dhyán dhare man hay je trpta
Klesher bojhá dúre sare
Sakala sattá hay je drpta
Aiṋjita cokh jale bhare
Tomára hási mohan báṋshii
Dey prerańá sakal káje

Forsaking You where would I flee?
Is anything outside of Thee?
And if I were to go somewhere,
Under the soles of Your divine feet,
Into the cosmic nucleus, I'd journey.

Taking Your name expels all shame;
Every fear is washed away.
Each and every heart is glowing,
A stream of light, ever flowing.
Your song of a love tryst—
Vibrant, it plays constantly.

Clinging to Your ideation, mind is satisfied;
The heavy load of pain is washed away.
All creatures who are haughty,
Their bright eyes fill with tears.
Your smile and Your enchanting flute
Give impetus for every work.