SUR SAPTAKE MÁDHURI BHARI,
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI

MANA MANDIRE MAMATÁ MÁKHI,
BOLI, KEU TO MODER PAR NÁI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI

DYULOKER JATA PULAK RÁSHI,
BHULOKETE NÁCICHE ÁJI
SAPTA LOKER JATA SUDHÁ RÁSHI,
EKÁKÁR HOYE GECHE BHÁI
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI

MADHU CAMPAK SURABHI D́HÁLI,
SABÁI KE PRAŃATI JÁNÁI
EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI,
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI

SUR SAPTAKE MÁDHURI BHARI,
MORÁ, EGIE CALÁR GÁN GÁI

Filling the musical octave with sweetness,
we march along, singing songs.

With all the love in the temple of our minds, we say:
"There is no one who is not our own."

The joy from the celestial realm
is dancing today on this earthly abode,
and all the nectar of seven realms
has merged into one single flow.

Pouring out the sweet fragrance of the magnolia flowers,
we offer our salutations to all.

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