Shok tap jetha nai Setha jete chai Kusumita hridayer Alomoy pakhi Hesechhila e dharani Mor bedanai Pranasakha dao more Prema sudha rakhi
My bird of light in the blossomed heart Wants to go where there is no grief, No bereavement. The world once mocked At my excruciating pangs. O Beloved of my heart, Grant me the cord of love-nectar.