(Sankocher bihwalata)
Don't you stop.. my wavering.. heart..
Don't imagine.. the unhappy.. fact..
Master.. the path.. free.. the fear, and win.. your heart..
Care.. for small.. people.. strike.. the ugly..
you don't need.. more.. to be.. complete..
Master.. the stakes, don't you doubt.. you have what.. it takes.
When the bell.. goes, give all.. you have,
sweet.. and silent.. follow.. the path..
Master.. the fear, show.. your strength.. when courage.. is dear..