Amai tumi murkha rekhe
  Pao tumi ma tripti
Tomar prane deina pira
  Amar niret supti
Amai tumi mahat jadi
  Karte nahi chao
Parashanti pabena hai
  Jetha ichchha jao

Keeping me a fool,
Do You get satisfaction, Mother?
My ignorant inert life of sleep tortures You.
But if You do not make me great and good,
How can You have peace of mind?
Go wherever you want to,
For You there will be no peace
If You do not make me good
And Your own.