Amar trutir nai je sima Taito heri sabar truti Hiya bane kusum sama Taito kabhu nahi phuti Ja diye mor atma gara Mor swaruper dibya hasi Tahar dekha pabona je Gabhir timir dainya nashi
There is no end to my mistakes Yet I watch everyone else’s mistakes. Therefore, like a flower, I have not blossomed In the forest of my heart. I shall not see The divine smile of my self-form And the source of my soul Chasing away the dense veil of darkness.