ÁMI BHÚLA PATHE CALE ESECHI
ÁMI EKHÁNE ÁSITE CÁHI NI ÁLOR
JAGATE JETE CEYECHI
ÁMI BHÚLA PATHE CALE ESECHI
ÁMI SEKHÁNE JÁITE CEYECHI
JEKHÁNE ANÁHÁRE MARE NÁ
ASEVÁY DHONKE NÁ
JETHÁ JINÁNER RÁJYA PRAVESHA
PATRA SABÁI PEYE THÁKE
ÁMI SVAPNE SE DESH DEKHECHI
ÁMI BHÚL PATHE CALE ESECHI
ÁMI SEKHÁNE JÁITE CEYECHI
JEKHÁNE BHÁVO BHÁLOBÁSÁ BHARÁ
MAMATÁ MARMA KŚARÁ
JETHÁ MÁTHÁ GUNJIVÁR T́HÁIN PÁIÁCHE SABE
ÁCHE SUKHA NIIŔE
SANTRIPTA HRIDAY BHARÁ
ÁMI RAUNGETE SE DESHA ENKECHI
ÁMI BHÚLA PATHE CALE ESECHI
ÁMI EKHÁNE ÁSITE CÁHI NI ÁLOR
JAGATE JETE CEYECHI
ÁMI BHÚLA PATHE CALE ESECHI
I came down, losing my path.
I did not want to come to this place,
rather, I wanted to go towards the path of light.
I wanted to go to where no one dies due to lack of food,
and suffocates due to lack of service from others.
I wanted to go to where everyone gets entry
to the kingdom of real spiritual knowledge.
I used to dream of such a place.
I wanted to go to where all thoughts remain full of love
and internal affection abounds.
I wanted to go to where all receive shelter to protect their heads,
to where water satisfies the heart with comfort.
I used to sketch such a place with colour.