Ar amarey marish ne Ma

Thy black child battered without rhyme, reason, or relief

Is but a winsome prank of the butter thief

To the breast, what returning?

Need is milk. Why this churning? 

Zikr, Simran, Prayer as Remembrance

Of worthless victims of Visions of Independence

 Lalon Faqir, in thrall, beholden 

To jackals alone is Bengal golden. 

Envoi- 

Thakur! Than Man, since there is no Knowledge higher

Bow to Whitey to your heart's desire.