Phul haye mor phutibe sakal asha
Janibo jakhan samarpaner bhasha
Basana anale jwalibena ar pran
Jachile shanti manas bhramyaman

All my hopes will be blossomed like flowers
When I learn the language of surrender.
When I do not burn myself
     In the fire of desire,And when peace is desired by my
 Restless mind,Then my life will grow into
     The flower of beauty divine.