Balogo kemane premamoy dane Hriday sagare pabo Shripad sebibo das haye rabo Tomar sathe sathe jabo Jagater dhan hasi ananda Lagibena mor kichu Chhutibona ar alik swapan Maya hariner pichu
O, tell me how I can get That loving Gift of Yours Inside my heart’s sea. I shall worship Your Lotus-Feet As a slave of Yours. I do not care for worldly name and fame. I shall no longer run after The temptation and illusion-deer.