2049.
Eklá base base bátáyana páshe
Bhábitechi shudhu tár kathá.
Ke se paradeshii bhálabáse beshii
Mádhuriite d́háke mor vyathá.

Alasa prahare ekákii yabe tháki
Aruńe ráuṋgá ráge tári priiti dekhi
Kájer májeo tári mákhamákhi
Yabe bhávi tári báratá.

Se bholená more yadi vá bhuli táre
Táhári biińár táreri jhauṋkáre
Ámár jiivan bahe shatadháre
Jágiye mohan mukharatá.

Sitting alone beside the window, I think only of Him.
Who is that distant Stranger who loves me the most,
And envelops my agonies with sweetness.
When left to myself in idle hours, I see the expression of His radiant love.
When I think of His words I feel His touch close amid the whirl of activities.
He does not forget me, even though I, resonating in His viińá [lyre], forget Him
My life in sweet eloquence flows on in a myriad of activities.