Amar trutir nai je sima
Taito heri sabar truti
Hiya bane kusum sama
Taito kabhu nahi phuti
Ja diye mor atma gara
Mor swaruper dibya hasi
Tahar dekha pabona je
Gabhir timir dainya nashi

There is no end to my mistakes
Yet I watch everyone else’s mistakes.
Therefore, like a flower, I have not blossomed
In the forest of my heart.
I shall not see
The divine smile of my self-form
And the source of my soul
Chasing away the dense veil of darkness.