Phul haye mor phutibe sakal asha Janibo jakhan samarpaner bhasha Basana anale jwalibena ar pran Jachile shanti manas bhramyaman
All my hopes will be blossomed like flowers When I learn the language of surrender. When I do not burn myself In the fire of desire,And when peace is desired by my Restless mind,Then my life will grow into The flower of beauty divine.