Dheu Dube Dheu Uthe (1)

Dheu dube dheu uthe
Phul jhare phul phute
Nahi shesh dainya lesh
Sthayi kotha kotha shesh
Kar tare e rodan
Kare kari abahon
Naba rupe naba bhabe
Sakali je uthe phute


The wave subsides and the wave rises.
The flower withers and the flower blossoms.
There is no end to human wants
And human achievements.
Nothing is permanent and nothing is fleeting.
Then for whom shall we cry,
For what shall we cry?
Whom shall we invoke
With a new thought and new form?
Everything eventually blossoms.