Raktim kishalay (ámi)
Sojá pathe cali ámi
Báṋká pathe kabhu kabhu nay
Ámár sumukhe áche shyámala shobhá
Ámár dupáshe áche aruńa ábhá
Uṋcu shire cali ámi
Niicu shire kabhu kabhu nay
Ámár báhute áche vajrera bal
Ámár áṋkhite áche drśt́i vimal
Sojá kathá bhávi ámi
Báṋká kathá kabhu kabhu nay
I am a tender reddish leaf.
On a straight path I proceed,
Never on a path that's winding.
In front of me is beauty green;
On both my sides, a crimson sheen.
Head held high, I go forward,
Never with head bowed.
In my arms is thunder's power;
In my eyes, clear vision.
My thoughts are candid,
Words never curved.
