Phanki diye tomai ami hate chahi baro
Tai bujhi ma kripa kare amai nahi dharo
Phanki deowa madhur nahe barai piradayi
Swarup bhule mitthya krore e pran shajyashayi

On the lap of falsehood, deceiving You,
     I want to become great.
Is that the reason why, Mother,
You do not hold me with Your
     boundless Compassion?Deceiving is not a sweet thing; it is full of pain.
Forgetting my soul-reality, my heart
     lies on the lap of falsehood.