Jadi e amaro hridaya duaro bandha rahe go kabhu
Dwar bhenge tumi asho mor prane, phiria jeo na prabhu
If I’ll close the doors of my heart
Make Thy way in breaking those apart –
Return not my Lord, if my lute will fail
Thy beloved name to hail –
With Thy mercy infinite
Await me, O Lord, to meet me.
If my content still enthralls me
While futile go Thy calls –
With Thy violent thunder,
Dispel my slumber.
If on Thy seat I’ll misplace
Somebody else with Thy grace
Go back not, O Gracious –
My eternal King, forever precious.
Our obsession with our weal and woe makes us forget our link with our Creator, and the Poet implores this obscurity in his vision, keeping Him at bay, be snapped even by disasters which were not just fancies in his life.