Akasher pare akash rayeche
    Batas bahena ar
Ami chaliyachi paraner tane
    Anite kusum har
Tomar pujar thali
    Ajo je rayeche khali
Kabitar hare purna karite tai
Jibaner jato hasi o ashru
Bhule jena ami jai

An endless series of skies
Where there is no air.
An inner urge compels me to bring down
A garland of poems
To worship You.
The shrine is now all empty.
I wish to fill it;
I wish to cover it with poems,
A garland of poems.
I know that it is only this way
That I can forget my life’s sufferings and joys
That have to be forgotten.