DELIVER ME from my own shadows, my lord, from the wrecks and confusion of my days.
For the night is dark and thy pilgrim is blinded,
Hold thou my hand.
Deliver me from despair.
Touch with thy flame the lightless lamp of my sorrow.
Waken my tired strength from its sleep.
Do not let me linger behind counting my losses.
Let the road sing to me of the house at every Step.
For the night is dark, and thy pilgrim is blinded.
Hold thou my hand.

     যুগল যাত্রী করিছ যাত্রা,
             নূতন তরণীখানি--
     নবজীবনের অভয়বার্তা
        বাতাস দিতেছে আনি।
     দোঁহার পাথেয় দোঁহার সঙ্গ
        অফুরান হয়ে রবে--
     সুখের দুখের যত তরঙ্গ
        খেলার মতন হবে।

MY NIGHT HAS passed on the bed of sorrow, and my eyes are tired. My heavy heart is not yet ready to meet morning with its crowded joys.
Draw a veil over this naked light, beckon aside from me this glaring flash and dance of life.
Let thy mantle of tender darkness cover me in its folds, and cover my pain awhile from the pressure of the world.