KÁR TARE TUMI BASE BASE KÁNDO
KÁR PATHA PÁNE CEYE THEKE
BOLO, KÁR PATH PÁNE CEYE THEKE
KE SE CITA COR TANDRÁR GHOR
ÁSITE CHILO NÁ TAVA COKHE
KÁR PATHA PÁNE CEYE THEKE
MAŃI PADMER KORAKER MÁJHE
KÁHÁR MÁDHURI SMITA MUKHE RÁJE
KE SE ANIVÁR ÁSHÁ SAMBHÁR
BHARIÁ DIYÁCHE TAVA BUKE
KÁR PATH PÁNE CEYE THEKE
KATA KÁL KET́E GECHE EI BHÁVE
ÁRO KATA DIN E BHÁVEI JÁBE
KÁLA GAŃANÁR TITHI BHÁVIVÁR
KONO REKHÁ NEI TAVA MUKHE BOLO
KÁR PATH PÁNE CEYE THEKE
For whom are you sitting and crying?
For whom are you waiting, looking at the path?
Who is that stealer of mind
who has not allowed
deep drowsiness to come into your eyes?
On the nucleus of a precious lotus
whose sweetness excels and dominates?
Who is He whose unbarred volume of hope
has filled your heart?
How much time has passed by this way,
thinking thus,
and how long
will you continue ideating this way?
Still, on your face,
no trace of fatigue appears,
from all this waiting.