Sakal janam bhore O mor daradia
Kandi kandai tore O mor daradia;
Throughout my life
My grief has been rife
Oh my mate,
Thou shared it too, O my Compassionate.
Within my heart Thou art,
Many a pain there to hurt;
Why should it be so
O my Compassionate, may I know?
In my closed room
Darkness does loom;
Yet, there is Thy recourse,
O Compassionate, to share my remorse.
There is not laid Thy seat
Garland not stitched Thou to greet;
Shame hangs down my head
O my Compassionate!
Note:
God, or the ultimate truth was the life-long quest of the Poet, which ever eluded him to his remorse. He perceived God though within his heart, He was ever obscure because the Poet’s perception somehow fell short for this accomplishment to the Poet’s mortification.
