Debata esechhe ruddha hiyar dware Ore unmad kemane tushibi tare Chira dukha hara Jeche dila dhara Amar desher param atithi Asiyachhe tor dware
Your heart-door has been kept shut for aeons; Therefore, you see not Your Beloved Supreme at your heart’s door. O fool, when will you stop playing the role of Self-styled madness? When will you try to Please the Absolute Supreme In His own Way? He who transforms all sufferings Into ecstasy’s flood Is all alone at your door. He wants to be taught by you alone. Neglect Him not. He is your soul-world’s Eternity-rest. Behold! There He is At your heart’s closed door.