Aro dure aro dure Bandhan hara sagar nire Atal tale taliya jai Ratan je nai tire Jyotir ranir anke base Bhuban kare ala Ke tulichhe hajar kusum Ke ganthichhe mala Ke oi shishu dakchhe dure Dakchhe amai kachhe Nayan amar ghurchhe jena Jahar pachhe pachhe
Farther, farther beyond, On the shore of the endless ocean, The wealth is not available No matter how deep I dig within. Who is he who sits on the lap of Beauty’s Queen And radiates the earth-body, Who plucks thousands of flowers And weaves a garland? Is it that child who is calling me from afar? Is he the one who calls me always from afar And for whom my eyes pine?