Hriday pakhi na jadi gahe gan Keman kare tutbe abhiman Abhimaner tibra jwala chitta amar dahe Mago tomar shanti sudha kon sudure rahe
If my heart-bird does not sing, How can my sulking nature come to an end? I have been suffering for a long time Because of my endless sulking. Mother, where is Your Peace? Where is Your Delight? Are they in the farthest corner of the globe? I need peace, I need nectar, From You, from You.