Fearful one.. don't grope, in fear,

ওরে ভীরু তোমার হাতে নাই ভুবনের ভার

(ore bhiru tomar hate nai)

Fearful one.. don't grope, in fear,
The helmsman's at the boat..
The world is not yours to bear..
the ship is still afloat..

If the tempest.. rumbles now..
you do not need to hide..
Watch the waves.. dance up high..
break the sorry.. sight..

As it grows dark.. and deep..
your hopes do need.. to bode..
If black is the sea tonight..
the helmsman's at the boat..

You see the western-storm, unleash..
the clouds dark.. and deep..
the east delights in fresher skies..
with starry.. blink and peep..

Your friends.. are yours for certain..
but can you shield the woes,
There’s no guard against the change..
no care that keeps the foes..

Let the tempest.. knock your heart..
let go of timid-road,
Let cries, resound loud and bold..
The helmsman's at the boat..

(Another version by Rumela Sengupta).

O faint of heart.. rest.. assured
It is not on you to bear..
The earth upon your shoulder..
One there is to steer the oars..
They.. will guide the boat to shores..

What is it that you can do
If arises a tempest,
Look upon the play of waves..
To brood, it is of no use..
Let it come the night.. so deep..
So be it if dark.. it gets
One there is to steer the oars.
They.. will guide the boat.. to shores..

If clouds darken.. the western sky..
Look in joy to the sky in the east..
Dazzling with a show of stars..
Friends.. who.. are your dearest ones..
Can you be their shelter safe..
Storms.. will buffet, hearts.. will quake..
Arise will cries of despair,
One there is to steer the oars..
They.. will guide the boat to shores..