Kanta Bane Ghure Berai

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.