Harabo ajike amar amire
Amiya sagara tire
Dhire dhire ati dhire
Rahibo hethai nirabata sathe
Madhu lavanya nire
Jabona kakhano phire
Tamasa praner ashru nadir
Supta gabhir rate

Slowly, very slowly,
At the shore of the nectar-sea
Today I shall lose my little ‘i’.I shall stay there
With silence-light
And honey-lustre.
I shall not return
To my dark ignorance-night
  of sombre sleep.