Ami ankina manasa chabi
Bhabina amare kabi
Shiber jatai kabhu
Nahi heri jahnabi
Khama karo more prabhu
Homer anale karina pradan habi

In the mental world I do not claim myself
     To be an artist.
In the thought-world I do not claim myself
     To be a poet.
My imagination never sees the source
     Of the Ganges
Inside the matted hair of the Lord Shiva.
O Lord, forgive me,
Forgive my incapacity to become
     A life of sacrifice
Before the fire of transformation’s perfection.