Kato shata bhabe dako tumi more
    Tabu jai dure chale
Arati shreshtha abhiman mor
    Biraje praner tale
Taba shantire bhabi ashanti
    Joye bhabi parajoy
Taito amar charidhare hase
    Mithya dainya khoy

In hundreds of ways You call me,
Yet I go away from You.
My worst fault is my sulking nature,
Which tortures me all day and night.
When Your Victory dawns
I feel it is the beginning of my defeat.
When anything divine dawns in me,
I feel it is the beginning of something
    undivine in me.
I know this is the only reason why within and without me
I see death’s destruction-dance.