Hriday Pakhi Na Jadi Gahe GanHriday pakhi na jadi gahe gan
Keman kare tutbe abhiman
Abhimaner tibra jwala chitta amar dahe
Mago tomar shanti sudha kon sudure rahe
TranslationIf 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.