ei korechho bhalo - Well Done

Well done, O Pitiless, well done

Scorch my heart by heat in great intense.

If incense is not burnt, it won’t pour it’s essence

If the lamp is not lit, it won’t give the light

When the mind is unconscious

A rude awakening from you is only a blessed touch.

Ignorant, infatuated, ashamed – I don’t see Thee

Strike the light to remove darkness from me.