48. Asha mor halo

Asha mor halo
Ghor nirasha
Tabu prane raje
Puta pipasa
Asha tumi bujhi
Habe hatarsha
E jibane ache
Shudhu kuasa

My hope has become hopeless frustration today.
Yet I enjoy pure thirst for the unknown Beyond.
O my hope, it seems that you have become
Helplessly poor, weak,
An orphan.
This life of mine has nothing but tenebrous fog.