Текст песни
Mon giyeche Mon er ghor,
Ratri khoje swoyongbor,
Jol er buke chand bhenge jay onorgol.
Ayna Shohor Porobash,
Angul phnake smritir ghash,
Onno akash udaal nilo pakhir dol.
Dekho ei anchole tukro jhinuk khamkheyal,
Ei pocket e ful er shorir olpo lal,
Shirshiriye shur boye jay anmone.
Poth nieche hothat baank,
Ei Kuwashaye ankche kake,
Sheo ki amar bhishon chena chholat chhol.
Iche gelo ful mohol er choukathe,
Ador haate mon kharap er poth ghaate,
Chena megher bristi elo snan er kinaraye.
Se mukh chilo nagal bhoye,
Sei batash er bhetor ghore,
Norom palok bichhiye jeto rong rongin.
Hoyto achi din er din er poth chine,
Hoyto nebo domka hawar gaan gawa,
Durer pakhi bolche naki norom thikanay.
Raat er bagan chokh pakay,
Jochhna guro jante chay,
Mayar khobor toiri holo songopon.
lMon giyeche Mon er ghor,
Ratri khoje swoyongbor,
Jol er buke chand bhenge jay onorgol.
Ayna Shohor Porobash,
Angul phnake smritir ghash,
Onno akash udaal nilo pakhir dol.
Dekho ei anchole tukro jhinuk khamkheyal,
Ei pocket e ful er shorir olpo lal,
Shirshiriye shur boye jay anmone.
Poth nieche hothat baank,
Ei Kuwashaye ankche kake,
Sheo ki amar bhishon chena chholat chhol.