BÁBÁ E BÁR JÁBO NÁ ÁR
RAUNG BERAUNGE KHELONÁ ASÁR
KEU BÁ TÁRÁ MEGHE GHERÁ
KEU BÁ CÁNDER ÁLOY HÁRÁ
KEU HOYECHE CHANNA CHÁŔÁ
PATHER HADIIS KEU JÁNE NÁ
PATH KENO TÁ KEU BOJHE NÁ
KÁNT́ÁR BHAYE KEU CALE NÁ
Baba, I will no longer respond to the call of matter.
Trivial, colourful objects call me again and again.
Some are enveloped in dark clouds.
Some are enveloped in a dark cloud.
Some are lost in moonbeams.
Some are spoiled in the whirls of deception.
No one knows the exact way out.
No one understands the secrets of success.
No one wants to tread the path of thorns
that leads to the goal divine.