Like most of his poetry, even this one he has set to music and is a part of Rabindra Sangeet. (Porja: Swadesh, Taal: Dadra, Raag: Shankara)

The original Bengali poetry is given here in Roman script with Bengali pronunciation, followed by a translation in English.

HEY MOR CHITTO.

Hey mor chitto,
punno tirthe jaago re dhire
ae bharoter mohamaanober shaagoro teere --jaago re dhire
Hethay daraaye doo-bahoo baaraye nomi noro debo taare
udaaro chhonde , poromanonde bondono kori taare
dheno gombhiro ae je bhudhoro nodi-jopo-maala dhrito-praantoro
hethay neetto hairo pobitro dhoritri-re --
ae bharoter mohamanober shaagoro teere --jaago re dhire.
Keho naahi jaane --keho nahi jaane kaar aahobaane kauto maanoosher dhaara
door-baar strote , elo kautha hote, shomudre holo haara-- kauto maanoosher dhaara.

Hethay aarjo -- hethay aarjo, hethay onaarjo, hethay draabido cheen --
shoko--hoono--daul paathano mogol ek dehe holo leen.
Poshchime aaji khuliya chhe daar, shetha hote shobe aaje upohaar,
dibe aar nibe milaabe mileebe , jaabe na phire
ae bharoter mohamanober shaagoro teere --jaago re dhire.

Esho hey aarjo--esho hey aarjo.esho onaarjo, hindu-mushalmaan
esho esho aaj tumi inngraj ,esho esho khrishtaan -- hindu-mushalmaan.
esho braahmon, esho braahmon shuchi kori mon, dhoro haath shobaakar.
esho hey potito, hok oponito, shobo opomaan bhaar
Maar-abhisheke esho esho tauraa
Mongolo-ghaut hoye nije bhaura
shobaar pauroshe pobitro kaura teertho-neere --
aajee bharoter mohamanober shaagoro teere --jaago re dhire.

Hymn to India.

Awake my mind, awake my mind
gently awake in this holy land of pilgrimage
on the shore of this vast sea of humanity that is India.
Here I stand with arms outstretched to hail man
divine in his own image
and sing to his glory in notes glad and free.

No one knows whence and at whose call
come pouring endless inundation of men
rushing madly along to lose themselves
in this vast sea of humanity that is India.

Aryans and Non-Aryans, Dravidians and Chinese
Scythians,Huns,Pathans and Mogols
all are mixed, merged and lost in one body.

Now the door has opened to the West
and gifts in hand they beckon and they come --
they will give and take, meet and be together,
none shall be turned away
from the shore of this vast sea of humanity that is India.

Come O Aryans, Non-Aryans, Hindus and Musalmaan
O British and Christians , you too come .
Brahmins, purify your minds and come
hold hands of each and every one.

O downtrodden ones, come and let your
load of humiliation be wiped off.

Make haste you all, for the propitious pitcher
is not yet filled with holy water
made auspicious by your touch --
for Holy Mother's bath of Coronation (Abhishek)
today on the shore of vast sea of humanity that is India.

Sent by Armaity Bhabha