Do you have still more arrows in your quiver?

ও নিঠুর, আরো কি বাণ তোমার তূণে আছে
O nithur, aaro ki baan tomar trine aachhe

O ruthless One
Do you have still more arrows in your quiver?
To pierce me where it hurts, in my bosom

I run and flee, I shut my eyes, I veil my face
Lest I get hurt somewhere someplace
Because I fear your lashing so
My heart is thus ablaze in pain

The day it is I lose my fear
Exhaust will all your arrows
Breathe will life having welcomed death