Kanta bane ghure berai chaudike mor kanta Jiban nadir jowar je nai shudhui heri bhata Shunya chitta purna habe tomar dake jani Nirbhaye tai sakal byatha amar buke tani
I roam in the forest of thorns: thorns all around. My life-river has no high tide; low ebb it always has. This empty heart of mine will be filled with Your Call, I know. Therefore, dauntless I draw into my heart all sufferings.