Akasher pare akash rayeche Batas bahena ar Ami chaliyachi paraner tane Anite kusum har Tomar pujar thali Ajo je rayeche khali Kabitar hare purna karite tai Jibaner jato hasi o ashru Bhule jena ami jai
An endless series of skies Where there is no air. An inner urge compels me to bring down A garland of poems To worship You. The shrine is now all empty. I wish to fill it; I wish to cover it with poems, A garland of poems. I know that it is only this way That I can forget my life’s sufferings and joys That have to be forgotten.