Today from the heart of Bangladesh,
when did you appear in such an exceptional way,
O mother I stare at you,
I cannot turn my eyes off of you.
O mother your doors are unlocked today,
in the gold temple!
Your right hand carries
the blazing sword,
the left removes fear and apprehension.
Your eyes reveal affection,
while your forehead conveys ,
O mother what an image,
I behold today!
Today the doors of your
gold temple are unlocked.
O mother,O dear mother.
Your untied hair conceals thunder,
the edge of your garment glitters
in the sun.
O, mother I cannot turn ,
my eyes away from you!
Your doors are opened ,
in the gold temple.
When I neglected to look at you,
I thought my sad mother ,
is alone in the desolate house,
there is no end to her misfortune.
Where is your wretched attire,
Where is that sad smile?
Today the sky is adorned with
the lustre of your feet.
On this night of misery,
flood the world with the flow of happiness,
your courage resonates the heart!
O mother my heart cannot have enough of you,
the doors of gold temple are unlocked.