When.. my heart.. is parched..

জীবন যখন শুকায়ে যায়
(jiban jakhan shukaye jay)..

When.. my heart.. is parched.. and..dry..
bring.. your kindness.. to my side..
Compassion.. gone from all the world..
Come.. by me..  sing.. a song..

Missions.. call.. relentlessly..
like an endless.. raving.. sea.
Come.. by me.. my lord.. my love..
gentle.. in your serenity..

In my absence.. from the world..
cornered.. like a tragic.. soul..
meet my shyness.. push.. my wall..
with your true.. majesty..

Lust.. and cinder.. fill.. my heart..
driving.. me.. blinding.. me..
Light me.. up with ruthless.. light..
wakeful.. in your sagacity..

(another version by Rumela)

When.. life.. is parched.. and dry..

Come.. unto me.. streaming with compassion..

Obscured.. when all goodness..

Come.. unto me.. with the sweetness.. of song..

When work.. assuming monstrous.. proportions..

Thunders.. crashes.. enveloping.. all

Oh.. Lord.. of life..

Come.. in.. with a gentle knock.. on my heart..

Becoming miserly.. in it’s dealings..

Curls.. up in one corner.. when this poor.. heart..

Throw.. open.. all doors.. Oh kindly Lord..

Come.. unto me.. in royal.. procession..

When the dust-storm.. of desire.. rises..

Blinds.. buries.. the intellect..

Oh.. omniscient.. Lord..

Come.. to me.. in fiery.. enlightenment..