E PATHER SHEŚA JE KOTHÁY, KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
KHUNJATE GIYE JÁI HÁRIYE
KALPANÁ MOR HÁR MÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
RAḾGER BÁSÁ BUNE CALI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
RAḾGER BÁSÁ BUNE CALI
MANER KUSUM TOŔÁY TULI
ANDHAKÁRE HÁTAŔE BOLI
THAI NÁ PELUM KONO KHÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
JE BUDDHI MOR KÁCHE ÁCHE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE BUDDHI MOR KÁCHE ÁCHE
JE BODHI KÁJ KARE CALECHE
JE EŚAŃÁ DIN GUŃECHE
SABÁI LUKÁY EK KOŃE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
E PATHER SHEŚA JE KOTHÁY, KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE GO KE JÁNE
Who knows where the end of this path lies?
I get lost while searching.
My imagination accepts defeat.
I keep weaving colourful nests,
plucking and carrying mental flowers.
Moving my hands in the darkness,
I say:
“I could not find Him anywhere.”
Whatever intellect I have,
whatever intuition functions within me,
my sincere desire be that,
all this counting of days may end
and hide in a corner.