Hath achhe khali Pran dibo dhali Jato paro nao kali Bhoy karibona Maran jatana Janani shmasan Kali Tomar charane rakhibo jatane Kritagyatar thali
My hands are empty, But my heart I shall unreservedly pour. O Lord, do accept all my heart’s ignorance-ink,As much as You can. Lord, I tell You, I shall never be afraid Of the torture of death. Mother Kali of the crematorium is my very own. At Your Feet, Lord, I shall always keep my heart’s gratitude-receptacle.