Ranga jaba enechhi ma enechhi bel phul E path haye jabar katha karish na ma bhul Tor kole ma mukti rekhe chupti kare thaki Parashe tor rishi habo phutbe debo ankhi
Mother, I have brought Your favourite Red flowers and leaves to please You. Forget not to see me When You go by this way. Placing my head on Your Lap, Silence-life I enjoy. At Your sweet Touch, I shall become a divine seer And I become the eye of the cosmic gods.