Jiivant́á nay theme tháká bhái
Arúper páne nece cali
Káṋdivár tare ásini ámará
Chande o gáne kathá bali
Dúr niiháriká mahákáshe cale
Maner mańiká bháve laye dole
Dhúlikańá seo cale pale pale
Trńer bukeo phot́e kali
Práńer ákúti cetanár dyuti
Sab nirásháke cale dali
Jiivant́á nay theme jáoyá bhái
My kin, life does not stay halted;
We dance onward, toward the formless.
We did not come here for weeping;
Through cadence and song we tell a story.
In outer space plies a distant nebula;
Swaying to its mood and tempo is mind's gem.
The dust-mote, also it moves every instant;
And in straw's bosom, a bud does blossom.
Heart's ardor and cognition's luster,
All despair they trample over.
My kin, life does not get halted.
