ÁSHÁ ÁSHÁ KARE
KET́E GELO MOR E JIIVAN
TATHÁPI KONO ÁSHÁRI
NÁHI HOLO SAMPÚRAŃ
KET́E GELO MOR E JIIVAN
ÁSHÁ CHILO NABHAH PARE
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ÁSHÁ CHILO NABHAH PARE
RAVI SHASHII TÁRÁ GHIRE
BHESE JÁBO BHÁVER GHORE
BHÚLE JAD́ATÁRI BÁNDHAN
KET́E GELO MOR E JIIVAN
ÁSHÁ CHILO KAIBE KATHÁ
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ÁSHÁ CHILO KAIBE KATHÁ
BUJHE ÁMÁR VYÁKULATÁ
GENTHE JATA MARMA VYATHÁ
DOBO MÁLÁ MANER MATAN
KET́E GELO MOR E JIIVAN
ÁSHÁ ÁSHÁ KARE
KET́E GELO MOR E JIIVAN
With hope after hope,
this life of mine passes.
Yet not a single hope of mine is fulfilled.
I hoped that in the sky,
surrounded by the sun, moon and stars,
I would float,
forgetting dire thoughts and bondages of inertia.
I hoped that I would speak out,
explaining my restlessness,
and thread all the agonies of my core into a mental garland
that I would offer to You.