PST 0541 - Mukhar prate niirav kena

Mukhar práte niirav kena
Maner kathá kao ná more
Je tomáre sabi dilo
Táreo kena rákho dúre

Jyotsná ráte niilákáshe
Práńer sudhá d́hele diyechi
Krśńá tithir andhakáre
Nikaś kálo haye giyechi
Nindá stutir úrdhve giye
Miliyechi sur tomár sure

Tumi ámár phuler hási
Sukher diner mohan báṋshii
Duhkher nisháy diipávalii
Sab kichu mor tomáy ghire

On a boisterous morn, why be still;
Won't You speak Your mind to me?
One who gave to You his everything,
Why keep aloof even from him?

On the blue sky of a moonlit night
I've diffused the nectar of my life;
And with the gloom of a new moon,
That pitch-black have I assumed.
Transcending blame and accolade,
In Your melody was the tune I made.

You are the smile upon my bloom...
On happy days, a charming flute,
On troubled nights, a fest of lights.
Everything of mine You circumscribe.