Amai tumi murkha rekhe Pao tumi ma tripti Tomar prane deina pira Amar niret supti Amai tumi mahat jadi Karte nahi chao Parashanti pabena hai Jetha ichchha jao
Keeping me a fool, Do You get satisfaction, Mother? My ignorant inert life of sleep tortures You. But if You do not make me great and good, How can You have peace of mind? Go wherever you want to, For You there will be no peace If You do not make me good And Your own.