Jiban kusum shukaiya jai
Jharibar age phire phire chai
Amito chinina se chine amai
Kato bhabe kato gane
Se je mor prane tane
Chali tar sathe na jani kothai

The flower of life withers
Before it properly blossoms.
I do not desire a similar life
But life knows me quite well.
In various ways,
In various songs, it calls me.
It tries to draw me towards it.
Alas, finally I surrender.
And now I do not know,
For I do not know where I am going.