Jiban kusum shukaiya jai Jharibar age phire phire chai Amito chinina se chine amai Kato bhabe kato gane Se je mor prane tane Chali tar sathe na jani kothai
The flower of life withers Before it properly blossoms. I do not desire a similar life But life knows me quite well. In various ways, In various songs, it calls me. It tries to draw me towards it. Alas, finally I surrender. And now I do not know, For I do not know where I am going.