Áṋdhárer sei hatáshá
Ket́e geche áj
Áloker parasha peye
Kotháy háráye geche marura trśá
Madhurer mohana cháye
Mor gán se to nay cáoyá
Mor hási se ki shudhu páoyá
Ámár sakal calá sab dyotanái
Suśamár saritá beye
Cale áloker nisháná ceye
That selfsame dark despair
Is getting cut away today,
The touch of light having attained.
Where does my desert-thirst go off,
Under the pleasant shade of sweetness?
In my song, there is no prayer;
In my smile, just acquisition.
My every movement, each expression,
Having plied a stream of sweet grace,
Proceeds, gazing at the target of effulgence.
