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.

Tomár káche cáite giye
Lajjá peye elám phire
(Dekhi) Mor prayojan mor áyojan
Tomári kalpaná ghire

Ámi ámáy jata jáni
Nijer bale jata máni
Tumi jáno anek beshii
Já karár tá dáo go kare

Nityakáler sáthii ámár
Mákháyecho rauṋ mamatár
Theke jábe priitiri hár
Rúpe ráge tomár tare
Anuráge bháver ghare

Having gone to You to beseech,
Feeling ashamed, I beat retreat,
Seeing all my needs and my provisions
Contained within Your imagination.

Whatever I may know about me,
Whatever I may deem as mine;
You know so much more than I;
What's to be done, Lord, let it be.

My Perpetual Companion,
You've painted me with Your affection;
My garland of love alone will dwell
For Your beauty and Your disposal
With devotion in my mental temple.

Jeo ná tumi jeo ná
(Mor) Áro kathá áche
Áro gán áche
Bákii áche áro kata ná

(Hothá) Ákásher końe iisháne vijane
Bijali d́ákiche ámáre
Huṋkáre rata ashani niyata
Trasta karite je more
Tháko mor káche mor manamájhe
Eká more phele rekho ná

Háráye giyeche sab kichu mor
Áji e jhat́iká ráte
Vicalita hiyá ná páre bujhiyá
Kemane calibe pathe
Tháko mor mane bhare mor práńe
Mor phuladale dalo ná

Don't leave, please don't leave...
I've more words to speak,
More songs to sing,
And many other things still pending.

In yon corner of the northeast sky,
Lightning bolts are summoning me,
Often attended by thunderous war cry;
They strike me with fear.
Stay by my side and in my mind;
Please don't leave me lonely.

Everything of mine has disappeared;
Now on this stormy night,
My unnerved heart, it fails to grasp
How to proceed along the path.
Stay in my mind, filling my life;
Don't trample on my flower petals.

Áshá niye patha ceye
Base áchi diváráti
Nibunibu diipáloke
Bhará buke niti niti

Tumi cháŕá ke bá balo
Básite jáne go bhálo
Tumi je dharár álo
Tái je shońái marmagiiti

Tumi ná ásile priya
Ekathá jániya nio
Bháuṋgá áshá bháuṋgá buke
Báŕábe ná tava khyáti
Jadio máno ná tumi
Káro mukher nindá stuti

Your coming, expectantly anticipating,
I've been waiting night and day.
Though the lamplight is now fading,
My bosom brims forever and always.

Pray tell, other than You does anyone
Understand how to transmit love?
You are the luster of the world,
And so to Thee this heartsong I sing.

Beloved, should You not arrive,
Then kindly bear one thing in mind:
Crushed be the hope in a broken heart.
Your fame won't be enhanced by that,
Even if no heed You pay
To any voiced censure or praise.

Tumi je esecho áj
Vyathita janer kathá bhávite
Sabár maner kálo náshite
Sakal jiivere bhálobásite

Tava ásá patha ceye basiyá chilo je dhará
Vyathár cihna tár chilo je auṋge bhará
Sukher sakal resh haye giyechilo hárá
Klesher dáruń bhár vahite vahite

Dharár vakśe jválo áro beshii kare álo
Nipiiŕita hiyá májhe áro beshii sudhá d́hálo
Udátta svare sabáre d́ák diye balo
Uṋcu shire sammukh páne calite

You have come today
To consider suffering humanity's plight,
To rub out the stain on collective mind,
To confer love on everyone alive.

For your coming a static world was waiting,
Its body scarred by grievous wounds aplenty.
All echoes of joy had long disappeared
Neath the steady load of torments heartrending.

In the bosom of earth, ignite a brighter light;
Within hearts oppressed, pour out more ambrosia.
Send forth a clarion call to one and all
To march ever onward with head held high.

Tumi jeo ná jeo ná ogo sakhá
Ese baso mor hrtkamale
Tumi rekho ná rekho ná ámáy eká
Hese kathá kao áṋkhi tule

Sharat sandhyá meghe rauṋer kheláy
Udás pavan jakhan gán geye jáy
Ámi tári rúpe ráge khuṋji tomáy
Hiyár áloy sádhá mohan tále

Madhumáse jabe phuler meláy
Matta madhuperá gán geye jáy
Ámi tári chande sure khuṋji tomáy
Priitir ákutite nabhoniile

Oh my Bosom Friend,[nb 2] don't leave, don't leave;
Upon my heart-lotus, come take Your seat.
Please oh please, don't make me lonely;
Laugh and look at me, tell me a story.

In the colorful play of autumn clouds at evening,
When an indolent wind keeps on singing,
In that beauty and hue, it's You Whom I seek,
With my heart-beams honing a winning beat.

Amid the gala of flowers at Spring,
When drunken bees keep on singing
In their rhythm and tune, it's You Whom I seek,
In the azure sky with tender yearning.

Tomári lágiyá tomáre smariyá
Ná thámiyá patha calechi
Eso go hrdaye madhura prańaye
Kata káṋt́á dekho dalechi

Kata je jhaiṋjhá mátháy vahechi
Kata ulkár jválá je sayechi
Kata hatásháy kata vedanáy
Vyathábháre nata hayechi

Belá bahe jáy ravi d́ube jáy
Sandhyár kálo cháyá je ghanáy
Sońálii svapan shúnye miláy
Jhará phule málá geṋthechi

Remembering You and for You only,
On Your relentless path I've journeyed.
Come into my heart with affection sweet;
See how many thorns were trod on by my feet.

So many storms upon my head I've suffered;
So many comet flames I have endured.
In great despair, great agony,
Painfully bent was my knee.

Seasons pass me by, the sun sinks in the sky;
Evening's dark shadows, they draw nigh.
A golden dream fades into nothing;
With fallen flowers I've strung my wreath.

Ámi to tomáre bhávini jiivane
Tumi mor kathá bhevecho
(Mor) Kśudra hrdaye gopane gahane
Nije sthán kare niyecho

Puiṋjiibhúta je megh chilo mane
Ahamiká asmitá sambharańe
Saráile dúre tumi táhádere
Shata krpá kare káche t́ániyácho

Alakár álo agatira gati
Práńera puruś náo go prańati
Diyecho dyotaná dile saḿdhrti
Samvit diye cetaná diyecho

I did not imagine You in my life;
Yet You've been thinking of me.
In a hidden, hard-to-reach place in my puny mind,
You've made Yourself a lodging.

The clouds that had amassed in my mind,
An aggregate of vanity and pride,
You drove those clouds far away,
And drew me near through countless acts of grace.

Heavenly light, the one way out for the hapless,
Oh, the soul of life, please accept my homage.
Patiently attending me, You have given inspiration;
Now, having wakened me, You've given realization.