Ami ankina manasa chabi Bhabina amare kabi Shiber jatai kabhu Nahi heri jahnabi Khama karo more prabhu Homer anale karina pradan habi
In the mental world I do not claim myself To be an artist. In the thought-world I do not claim myself To be a poet. My imagination never sees the source Of the Ganges Inside the matted hair of the Lord Shiva. O Lord, forgive me, Forgive my incapacity to become A life of sacrifice Before the fire of transformation’s perfection.