Phul Haye Mor

Phul haye mor
Phutibe sakal asha
Janibo jakhan
Samarpaner bhasha
Basana anale
Jwalibena ar pran
Jachile shanti
Manas bhramyaman

All my hopes will be blossomed like flowers
When I learn the language of surrender.
When I do not burn myself
In the fire of desire,
And when peace is desired by my restless mind,
Then my life will grow into
The flower of beauty divine.