Madhura svapane mrdula carańe
Tumi esechile mor mane
Nayana bhariyá puśpita nava ketane
Tumi esechile mor mane

(Takhan) Phulerá d́eleche paráger sudhá
Vihagii geyeche gán sure sádhá
Virahii cháŕiyá path dharábáṋdhá
Nece chút́e geche tava páne

Malaya pavane madira smarańe
Dikbhásá ráge madhuraiṋjane
Tandrá jhariyá pásariyá práńe
Núpura chande nikkańe

(Mor) Pika kalatáne kánane
Tumi esechile mor mane

In lovely dream, with footsteps mild,
You had come into my mind.
Filling my eyes with fresh floral design,
You had come into my mind.

Then, flowers were dispensing pollen's honey;
And birds were singing rehearsed melodies.
The love-sick, spurning all ties worldly,
Have raced forth dancing on the way to Thee.

By a gentle breeze with potent memories,
Love overflowing and tenderly pleasing,
Discarding drowsiness energetically,
Your anklets were rhythmically jingling.

With cuckoo's dulcet notes in garden mine,
You had come into my mind.