THÁKIBE NÁ KEU JE BÁ ÁSIÁCHE
THÁKITE ASENI KONO KICHU
ABHRAUNGLEHI HIMÁDRI ÁR
VALMIIK JÁ SABÁR NIICHU
THÁKITE ASENI KONO KICHU
DU DINER TARE SABÁI ESECHI
BHALOBÁSÁ D́ORE DHARÁTE BENDHECHI
SUKHE DUHKHE KATA HESECHI KENDECHI
CHUT́ECHI MÁYÁR PICHU PICHU
THÁKITE ASENI KONO KICHU
JE DU DIN ÁCHI KÁJ KARE JÁI
BHUMÁR HARAŚE MÁTIÁ BEŔÁI
BHEDÁBHEDA BHULE SABÁRE JÁNÁI
EK ASHEŚE SABE GATÁSU
THÁKITE ASENI KONO KICHU
THÁKIBE NÁ KEU JE BÁ ÁSIÁCHE
THÁKITE ASENI KONO KICHU
Whosoever comes would not stay. Nothing comes to stay permanently. Whether it is sky
kissing Himalaya mountain or the lowest anthill. All come for a few days, and get tied to
the world with twine of love. How much they cry and smile rushing behind the ma’ya’
the illusive aspect. For whatever few days I have come, I would go on doing the work
remaining absorbed in the worldly joy. Forgetting the distinction, I would declare to all
that into the singular infinity, all have to go.