Harabo ajike amar amire Amiya sagara tire Dhire dhire ati dhire Rahibo hethai nirabata sathe Madhu lavanya nire Jabona kakhano phire Tamasa praner ashru nadir Supta gabhir rate
Slowly, very slowly, At the shore of the nectar-sea Today I shall lose my little ‘i’.I shall stay there With silence-light And honey-lustre. I shall not return To my dark ignorance-night of sombre sleep.