Phanki diye tomai ami hate chahi baro Tai bujhi ma kripa kare amai nahi dharo Phanki deowa madhur nahe barai piradayi Swarup bhule mitthya krore e pran shajyashayi
On the lap of falsehood, deceiving You, I want to become great. Is that the reason why, Mother, You do not hold me with Your boundless Compassion?Deceiving is not a sweet thing; it is full of pain. Forgetting my soul-reality, my heart lies on the lap of falsehood.