Who.. can break.. my gates.. and guards..

ভেঙে মোর  ঘরের চাবি   
Bhenge mor ghorer chaabi 

Who.. can break.. my gates.. and guards..
relieving me.. from daily.. ruts..
Lost.. the key.. to set me free.
I long.. for a touch.. of eternity..
Friend.. in my lonesome.. stay..
I long.. for you by night.. and day..

I pray.. to sense.. the dark disband..
I crave.. to see.. a golden hand..
a hint.. of light in a cell.. of dark..
there.. I sight.. the rolling path..
Won't your princely chariot..
stop.. for me.. my heart.. distraught..

All the stars.. they flash and gaze.. 
awaiting you in wondrous chase..
musing, sensing, when will be..
the time.. you came and set them free.
The night.. will vanish.. at its brink
with joyful hearts.. they too..will sink..

Do I sense.. the pilgrims.. come..
in great commotion, one by one..
Is it songs.. I can hear..
Are the buds.. all set to flare..
In magic tunes.. of  morning sky..
does the music multiply..