Hear, o hear.. the cries.. of distress,

সকাতরে ওই কাঁদিছে সকলে
(sokatore oi kadichhe sokole)

Hear, o hear.. the cries.. of distress,
Whisper words.. of hope Father..
Tell each one.. of good times.. to come..
Herald happy tidings.. to every soul..

They live in dread, disquiet,
Clinging on to their slightest hope..
Lost is the little they possess..
Hearts.. refusing to be.. consoled..

In pursuit of happiness..
They wander helter-skelter,
Chasing.. mirages in this desert..

Hours slip by, play comes to an end..
Descends the darkness of dusk..
Weeps the anxious heart..
Quivering in fright..

What will be.. O.. Maker!..
What will come of it all?..
Where, if at all is peace?..
Bequeath yourself to us,
Satiate all expectation..
Come into our embrace..