Kanta bane ghure berai chaudike mor kanta
Jiban nadir jowar je nai shudhui heri bhata
Shunya chitta purna habe tomar dake jani
Nirbhaye tai sakal byatha amar buke tani

I roam in the forest of thorns:
     thorns all around.
My life-river has no high tide;
     low ebb it always has.
This empty heart of mine will be filled
     with Your Call, I know.
Therefore, dauntless I draw into my heart
     all sufferings.