Din chale jai ase jaminir andhiyar Bhul pathe shudhu chalechhe e pran srotadhar Asibe ki kabhu sei shubhadin e jibane Phutibe ki taba alor kusum manobane
The day dies. The darkness of the night appears. I am walking along the wrong road all the time. Will there be any auspicious day When inside my heart The flower of light will blossom?