Kato shata bhabe dako tumi more Tabu jai dure chale Arati shreshtha abhiman mor Biraje praner tale Taba shantire bhabi ashanti Joye bhabi parajoy Taito amar charidhare hase Mithya dainya khoy
In hundreds of ways You call me, Yet I go away from You. My worst fault is my sulking nature, Which tortures me all day and night. When Your Victory dawns I feel it is the beginning of my defeat. When anything divine dawns in me, I feel it is the beginning of something undivine in me. I know this is the only reason why within and without me I see death’s destruction-dance.