এখন আমার সময় হল
Ekhon amar shomoy holo
It is now my time to leave,
Wont you open the gates for me?
Plenty have I seen,
Profusely have I mingled,
Much have I played with these shadows and light,
Like dreams, let them slip away from memory.
The sky fills with songs in yearning for the great remote,
My heart pines for the land invisible.
My faraway, my beloved,
Wont you show my soul her way?
Wont you withdraw all curtains?