Unknown guest standing at the door
Try to get her a sit,
Whatever is ready at home
Give them to her to eat.

It seems that it has been a long time
She has not eaten a good food,
What a compassionate face, wanting sight
I don't think there is any joy, there.

The heart is deeply scarred
Seeing her gloomy face,
What's the harm in trying
As if she gets some happiness, at least.

Some people call me crazy,
Because I am a little bit lazy.
They cannot see me through, due to their eyes are hazy,
They only see what they feel, as they are somehow unpredictably dozy.

Life! An illusion, or delusion
Life! Is it to try, or to try, but a far cry
Life! A dream, or scream
Life! An existence, or resistance
Life! A perfection, or defection
Life! Is it saturated, or perforated, unrated!

The sun painted in red already woke up
In the eastern sky,
What a type of touch spread in the heart
In the morning air.

Every side smiled candidly
With the yellow ceremony of Mustard flowers,
Waves playing in the golden paddy fields
What a pleasant ambience.

The bird's singing filled the moment
Many flowers are blooming in the garden,
With a handshake at the beginning of the day
Very thin clouds are floating in the sky.

Wandering mind become agitated
Here is the fresh Sun,
Observing this eye-catching appearance of nature
Just like a picture painted on canvas.

The stream silently laughs,
O floating cloud,
You are stunned
You have become stale.

Where did the hectic bustle go
Where the noise,
Sitting in the far corner of the sky
What a feeling you have!

Meanwhile, look
Towards me,
Everyone is drowning and swimming
With pleasing minds.

Cluster of clouds said,
“Hey water stream-
Without me,
You are such a wretch”.

Will you glance with silent eyes
No more talking,
There was a lot to say
But, they remained as it is.

The hand holding the sword,
The same hand holding the pen-
Enlightens the consciousness
The silence was broken.

Back in the womb of tomorrow,
On the banks of the river Kunur-
Oh Dukhu Mia came
Freedom of conscience awakens.

There was a dark night,
You were a passenger with us-
By showing light to the unfortunate Bengalis
Pave way the path to humanity.

Being radiant forever
We remain wake up in that fascination-
The scope of the light of knowledge increased
By those narrations of yours.

You came during the storm of Jaistha,
Took farewell in Bhadro-
Twenty-three years of creativity
Brought all the novelty in the planet.

Leaving the tribe, away from the ally
On the abstract ground
Creating the separation, leaving addiction
In the fence of consciousness.

Hearing irony, taking all the blame
In a three-way pain
Measuring on what scale, in pressed utterance
In the past grief.

Whom to tell, which way to go
Can't find direction
In the lap of darkness, the day fell
Covered in the darkest night.

Tried to liberate, making the statement
But keep on running
Among the appraisal, remain waiting
On the muddy shores of the river.