You do your work mother, people call it my doing.
Elephants sink in swamp,
while handicaped traverse mountains
One is given the path of enlightment,
another is given the path of downfall.
I am the machine, You are the user;
I am the house, you the Spirit dwelling there.
I am the chariot, you the charioteer;
the way you drive, that way I walk.
Sakali Tomari Ichha Iccha-Mayi Tara Tumi Tomar Karma Tumi Karo Ma Loke Bale Kari Ami (2x) Sakali Tomari Ichha Panke Baddha Kara Ari Pangure Langhao Giri (2x) Kare Dao Ma Brahma-Pada Kare Karo Adhogami (2x) Sakali Tomari Ichha Ami Jantra Tumi Jantri Ami Ghar Tumi Gharani Ami Ratha Tumi Rathi Jeman Chalao Temni Chali (2x) Sakali Tomari Ichha Iccha-Mayi Tara Tumi Tomar Karma Tumi Karo Ma Loke Bale Kari Ami Sakali Tomari Ichha.
O Mother, all is done after Thine own sweet will, Thou art in truth self-willed, Redeemer of mankind! Thou workest Thine own work; men only call it theirs. Thou it is that holdest the elephant in the mire; Thou, that helpest the lame man scale the loftiest hill. On some Thou dost bestow the bliss of Brahmanhood; Yet others Thou dost hurl into this world below. Thou art the Moving Force, and I the mere machine; The house am I and Thou the Spirit dwelling there; I am the chariot, and Thou the charioteer. I move only as Thou, O Mother, movest me.