Din chale jai ase jaminir andhiyar
Bhul pathe shudhu chalechhe e pran srotadhar
Asibe ki kabhu sei shubhadin e jibane
Phutibe ki taba alor kusum manobane

The day dies.
The darkness of the night appears.
I am walking along the wrong road all the time.
Will there be any auspicious day
When inside my heart
The flower of light will blossom?