Hriday Pakhi Na Jadi Gahe Gan

Hriday pakhi na jadi gahe gan
Keman kare tutbe abhiman
Abhimaner tibra jala
Chitta amar dahe
Mago tomar shanti sudha
Kon sudure rahe

If my heart-bird does not sing,
How can my sulking nature come to an end?
I have been suffering for a long time
Because of my endless sulking.
Mother, where is Your Peace?
Where is Your Delight?
Are they in the farthest corner of the globe?
I need peace, I need nectar,
From You, from You.