Dheu dube dheu uthe Phul jhare phul phute Nahi shesh dainya lesh Sthayi kotha kotha shesh Kar tare e rodan Kare kari abahan Naba bhabe nabe rupe Sakali je uthe phute
The wave subsides and the wave rises. The flower withers and the flower blossoms. There is no end to human wants And human achievements. Nothing is permanent and nothing is fleeting. Then for whom shall we cry, For what shall we cry? Whom shall we invoke With a new thought and new form? Everything eventually blossoms.