O the glorious Bharat,
where do you remain in hiding!
When would you rise in the East again?
My God, why did you drown its dazzling frame
into the void of the ages?
There’s Ayoddhya but no Raghab,
There’s Kurukshetra but no Pandabas.
The Nairanjana still flows but doesn’t bestow deliverance.
Nabadvip still stands, but bereft of piety.
Ascetic bowers abound but no sages. 
Where’s the Dark One on the Kalindi’s shore?
 
Men remain prisoners in their own land
and women confined in their own homes.
Whither is our Hero, defier of gods and demons?
Where are the ascetic women scholars?
 
Now jackals with their crooked, craven,  
 and impotent clamor roam in the land of the lions.
The race of Nanak, Gauranga, and Shakya has lost
Its equipoise and turned cantankerous and suicidal.
The profane and the profligate move about
in the guise of the pious.
Where are the renouncers, the philanthropes, and the doers?
What happened to the race that commanded
the world’s respect at the dawn of time!