Janam mor hoini bale rajar tak shale Achal bale sabai kahe chalina kona kale Hathat jadi kaharo hate jai kakhano bhule Rekhe amai deina keha jatana kare tule Sujog bujhe parer hate apad kare dur Amai peye sakale hoi dukhe bharapur Keha chahena amai jani tabuo ami chali Ek konite pariya thaki kathati nahi bali Aghat kare shatek bar amare sabe dekhe Achal bale churiya phele rakhena keha tenke Tar parete kakhano jadi bhalo loker hate Asiya juti punya phale kakhano sanj rate Dayal haye tini amai mukta kare den Apamaner bojha amar apan kare nen Kaharo hate chalan kare denna tini ar Tanhar hate sakal chala shesh kari amar
Just because I was not born In the government mint, Everybody calls me a counterfeit coin. Alas, if by mistake somebody gets me, He does not keep me in his pocket, in his wallet; He waits for a golden opportunity To get rid of me.Nobody wants me, yet I move from one to another. Sometimes people get annoyed with me, They throw me into one corner of the room And strike me again and again. If only I was not a false coin. Ah, there comes a timeWhen my fate changes for the better. I take shelter in a pious man, A religious, spiritual man. He finds it beneath his dignity To deceive the world with me, through me. He never tries to offer me to anybody else. He just places me in one corner of the room And takes away all the insults That were heaped upon me by others. It is in his hands That my false journey’s false hope Comes to a final end.