Who came with a grimy face and stood at the door
Skeletal body
A gloomy look, in a faint voice
No one knows, what she would like to say.

It seems
For how long she has been in starvation
Due to lack of money
She did not get the proper food, to keep her fit.

However, everyone is busy
Who will extend a helping hand-
That's how she spends her days
The same morning comes after a sleepless night.

The message came in the forecast room
a big storm is approaching,
A gust of wind can blow
with a glimpse of torrential rain.

Can happen anywhere with
tremendous thunderstorms,
It can hit the sea shore
with huge tidal shock.

Going out on such a day
will not be safe at all,
There are dangers in every steps
with the chance of the loss of life.

Oh, field farmer, helmsman at the quay
be careful,
Before the danger strikes
prepare yourself.

After the storm subsided
get out again
How are all the neighbors
get their welfare.

Need to face these dangers all together
and you have to win,
All say, “ten sticks is the burden for one”
keeping that in mind, work altogether.

*****, basket in hand
They sit on the sidewalk.
Work if someone calls
Then there will be cooking at home that day.

Helper, Earth cutter, Stone crusher, Mason
There is no descent work.

The work that gets in hand, performs all day long
Throughout the morning till evening.

In this way, year after year, their family goes on
Working by their hands, talking about life.

They come from from far away villages
Hoping for a little work in town-
Maybe there was a piece of land
But there is none, due to the flood.

In statistics, they are floating crowds
No one takes any account on them
Does anyone know, what they are talking about?

In the heat of summer,
The cuckoo sits on the branch and calls-
"Eyes gone", "Eyes gone"
In this heat, life is terrifying-
Realizing this, the wayfarer decided to leave home.

How the branches of the tree are stunted-
There is no wind,
Lazily, the shepherd gave the body to relax,
In the shade of a tree, holding his flute-
This summer, the scene seems to be chirping.

Couldn't bear the heatstroke, though
The beggar is returning door to door-
The bored bard seeks to find peace in cloudless sky
Lean body, walking on the edge of an unknown village.

Dry day lean on the lap of evening
Forget the weariness in the touch of late night dream.

Gust of wind returns crying-
on the banks of the Gomati and Mahananda
In this heat of summer-
pedestrian lost his sense,
looking steadfastly towards the open sky.

No air is circulating somewhere else,
which will provide
a little bit of relief,
The female octogenarian beggar
still turning from door to door-
with convex shoulder, obese body.

Exhale with sigh
oarsman of the boat docks in on the shore-
because, to cross to the other side,
no one is waiting on the quay.

The earth is caught in a pause
Will the drought be last much longer?

The bored bard sings on the way
Across the bents of many unknown villages
On the bucolic path full of memories
Where cries and laughs are hidden.

There is no time to stop
The moments passes by the wind
Bard in his melodious tune
Sings about what is hidden in his heart.

The series of the mathematical table-book
Cannot be forgotten anymore
That's how the sweet melody of his
Remains in the middle of the heart.

His life was spent by singing
By the river side of this worldly affairs
That's why always with anxious eyes
Looks back again and again.

Rajakini Randha is roaming alone
With her soft feet in silence-
Flowers are blooming in the garden
Gave chrysanthemum pendants in the ears.

Wearing a necklace of kanakachampa flowers around his neck
Red variety of oleander's bracelet is in her hand-
A bunch of Quisqualis indica is hanging in the hair
A swarm of golden jasmine is tied around the waist.

Inserted cypress vine in her coiffure
The fringe is full of mirabilis jalapa-
Yellow bells flowers are wrapped around her legs
Where does she go with her timid timid feet!

Thought-consciousness is aroused in the lake of the heart
Fragile hopes are thrown into the abyss of pain.

The thirsty mind plays with my nightmares
Sitting on the shore of this life even after prolonged swimming.

I light the extinguished lamp with the afflicted face
Memories covered in darkness are the random boundaries.

Yet I sing with hope, the triumph of life
Did not see the way forward, though hear the melodious tune.

New sun arises in the eastern sky
Aspirations applauded in the middle of the heart.

This day must be won
Injustice, oppression can not be feared.

Where you see inappropriate, injustice
Protest, to find the proper justice.

Just by sitting, the moment cannot be crossed
To the conscience, one should not be submissive.

With the conviction of the new day, we have to move forward
By overcoming all obstacles, success will surely approach.

The branches are expanded with the green leaf
As a result of the advance rain
The heated surface has become cold
Because of the early drizzle.

Joined to come at an inopportune time
The hail storm
Lightning raises fears among farmers
The tin made rooftop is shaky in the wind.

The mango branch is shaking
The pods are falling prematurely
In this imbalance of the environment
What's in the fortune!

It is swaying in the swing of hope
For peasants and their wives
Although in advance crop damage
Giving a sign of danger.

Still, let it rain
Fill the nature vividly
Let the planet be greener
Green fill up all around.

Life!
That is an undeclared war
Contaminated with speed imbalance.

Life!
That is crammed with illusory fantasies
Not with any beginning, not with any end
There is no feeling or affection.

Life!
That is implicit in the shadow of indirect imperfections
Falling into the rage of unwanted thoughtlessness
Inactively exists.

Life!
That is an uninvited guest
Does not obey any prohibition, does not have any genre
Does not follow any time frame.

O human!

Don't be jealous of others
Keep benevolence in your heart.

Kindness cannot be measured by any proportional
The Creator Himself gives the reward.

Remain devoted to human welfare with all the heart
The result is never good in abundant illicit wealth.

The endowment of benevolence is like a sash in this world
The peace that comes to the soul is the deepest.

Let the white thing be white
Black things are black
Evil is what we know is evil
Good is good.

How much play on the ground
Observing everyday
Evil-good mixed up
All are flowing.

Difference from good to evil
Should be able to recognize
The conscience must be awakened
Without fail.

If the fortune is good
One can see the face of good
So till one has the time
Look for that.

Remained pervade by measuring the perimeter, thought and consciousness
Emotion leads to every wave, to the last sorrow.

Marginal hopes raises fog, uncleaned surface of the earth
Walking in a trembling rhythm, eyes are twitched.

Waking up in the middle of the night, under the spell of whose magic
Objects that are matched with great faith, so find them step by step.

Did not understand clearly, when the shackles were untied
A search is going on at the shore of the wreck, to find what is being lost.

Anything there is worn out, torn apart
As much as there is, unlucky
Delete, in this new dawn
Wash your mind, with sunshine.

Oh human, promise now
As long as you remain in this earth
Will be motivated in human service
Be it spring, winter, monsoon, or drought.

Remain devoted to humanity
By taking this promise
Promote humanity
No one can be despised.

Hey, extend the hand of harmony
Around allover the society
Be reputed in action
Cheers spread in all corners.

Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps held up, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!

Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps *******, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!

Row, row, oh helmsman
Towards the upstream of the river
Your heart is remaining there
To see someone ..

This quay and that quay of the river
Is your destination
Now it is the time to go home
Because the sun is going down.

Crossing the river so many times
You sing the song of life
No matter how rainy it is, how stormy
No matter whether there is the flood.

How much hope in the mind
When you row the boat
However, the days are all gone
And you cannot say about them.

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Row, row, oh helmsman
Towards the upstream chara
Your heart is remaining there
To see someone ..

This quay and that quay of the river
Is your destination
Now it is the time to go home
Because the sun is going down.

Crossing the river so many times
You sing the song of life
No matter how rainy it is, how stormy
No matter whether there is the flood.

How much hope in the mind
When you row the boat
However, the days are all gone
And you cannot say about them.

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Who showed me
The stream of light
I'm overwhelmed, I'm fascinated
I am inundated with joy.

Who reads out
The message to advent
Moved all my decrepitude
As much tiredness as was removed.

When I wake up, I find
The inspiration for survival
My heart is filled
With a new consciousness.

You have ignited at this time
What a light of hope
Forwarding towards the front again
And, it feels enormous.

Cuckoo sings on the branch in tunes, are filled with southern bay
Eager to look to the sky, whatever one wants.

Sitting on the bank of a calm lake, the bard in a bored way
After leaving this village, which way will he go?

Woke up in the shining morning, the early sun
Gently opens the eyes, a nocturnal in the forest.

Slowly slowly flows the river, towards the sea
It is going on indefinitely, till it reaches the destination.

Coming and going of magpie, running all over the field
On the dew-drenched grass, the village farmer walks.

Caesalpinia pulcherrima spreads its color, at the moment of Fagun
The sweet fragrance of Amrapali, filled the entire forest.

The little girl woke up, with a smile on her face
I love the face, that is full of affection.

Beuti will go to her father-in-law's house
All boxes and packets are made and tied
The husband is sitting eagerly
Singing some classical rhythms.

Green banana, ripe wood apple
And hand-picked butter
Dried mango, loafs made of molasses
We gave along.

Big Lemon, star apple
And curd made in the house
Dried molasses, flattened rice, fried rice
Parched paddy from Binni rice.

Pointed gourd, eggplant, pumpkin
And Rohu Carp caught in the net
There are more left…
Where should we put them!

The baby swings in the mother's lap
Forget crying
The face is just like the moon
I looked up.

Only mother can understand
The language of a small child
Mother and baby’s love
Stuffed with affection.

Let mother and baby’ love
Be immortal
That compassion of the heart
Let's spread throughout the world.

At the juncture of expansion, wandering all the time
In the incarnation of thought, everything seems to be wonderful.

In a thoughtful opinion, the future is unborn
In the sense of consistency, inhabited highways.

In the observation of the eye, the creation of the pasture
In flowing memories, insight awakens.

In moderate space, re-walk, re-walk
In retirement of availability, forgotten remorse.

Servant, Queen, King, Ace,
Who will surpass whom;
The world is a house of cards.

By breaking the bond of love,
The bird in the cage flew away;
Those who were yours own, later become strangers.

Today's work, will do it tomorrow
That can't be done anymore
Will give the happiness of this fortune to the other one
That cannot be changed.

Who be obligated as much as here
There is as much as one deserves
One will get as be worthy of
There is no alternative to that.

The provisions of the rules are written there
His reckoning is all fair
Now it's time to realize
One has to be patient.

Filled fagun, a downpour
The air is clear, clear as a crystal
What a wonderful creation.

Swallow, Cuculidae are soaking wet
Calling out "crystal clear water!"
The sun is covered behind the clouds
The ground becomes cold.

Rain water is pouring in the field
Falling on the tin roof
Awakes life in the rive
Increased water, in the upstream of Matamuhuri.

Decorating nature, what a magical outfit
Sea, hills, forest
Blooming Shimul, Palash, Bakul
The earth is full of softness.

In the realm of life, it is difficult to understand, what is wrong, or what is right
Seems, there is no justice here, everything is controlled by the might.

The one, who has the power, greed for more superiority
Little cares about the rule, law, or the authority.

Whatever comes at the front, wants to grab, for his own
Nothing comes in between, a child, a youth, or a grown.

Profoundly reluctant to the path, yet need to be a pedestrian
Nobody knows, what will happen next, as an invisible custodian.

Seeing the sadness, the happiness go in seclusion
In the throes of life, in a cowardly manner, escape towards the back.

Who understands who’s pain, everything is in vain
However, encouraged by the moment, walk towards the facade.

Time-obsessed activities, put in the heart’s confinement
Chest torn in the convergence of consciousness, how to summon someone.

Who knows why the intention is not fulfilled, alas in this world
Whoever remains at very near, just goes away, goes away.

It is like surrendering to the life without any utterance
Deep in the heart surrounded by illusion, upholding the mirror of consciousness.

The lonely shepherd, sitting on the mountain top, plays his flute
He sees around the meadows, across the hills, and remains glut.

Nobody understands, what is the meaning of his melancholic song
Nobody realizes, in his tiny life, what went wrong.

When he looks through the blue sky, he bestows his life
Everything passes in a whisper, like a rife.

With nimble sadness and sigh, he looks around
There is no sign of life nearby, only silences surround.

Southern wind, Southern wind
Take me with you
I want to go
At the bend of that village
Where my heart has fallen.

I fell in love with
the golden paddy field
I fell in love with
the pond side surrounded by water lilies
I fell in love with
the moonlight wet playground
I fell in love with
the colorful village market.

When the sun goes down
Grandmothers start their stories
Fireflies burn in the bamboo garden
The jute field yields gold
Seeing this beautiful panorama
My heart exhaled.

Southern wind, Southern wind
Take me with you
I want to go
At the bend of that village
Where my heart has fallen.

Mughal Emperor, Shahjahan
For the memory of his wife Arjumand Banu Begum
Made, a royal tomb-
Everyone knows it, called the "Taj Mahal",
Which stands on the banks of the Jamuna
With the scope of its vastness.

Beginning in 1832
It ended in 1853,
Thousands of artisans, architects, workers in 21 years
They were dedicated to its construction.

Ustad Ahmed Lahuri was
The original designer,
The white marble dome-shaped tomb-
Being a complex integral, architectural wonder.

Every year, millions of people flock
To see this archetype of love,
Everyone is overwhelmed to see-
In everyone’s heart, it’s unique to cut the stain of love.

Achando esse tempo, aquele tempo, para sempre
Corpo e mente estão cansados
Parece que é inútil descobrir
E o tempo é reduzido.

Pensamentos sem pensamentos
Quando é monção, quando está seca
Em tal crise
O caminho está cheio de valas.

Dessa forma, não mais
tem algum fim
Então, para encontrar o caminho
O que restou.

"The pen is mightier than the sword", said Edward Bulwer-Lytton
He could not realize, what will happen to that meaning, while life goes on.

In the current society, nobody respects each other
They do not understand, what is the sense of living together.

Only the powerful are becoming the controller of the society
They think, they have become the deity.

There is a vast difference between the rich and the poor
When someone asks for help, they just shut the door.

What will happen to this, no one knows, where is the end
It is difficult to predict, where will reach this trend.

Down the memory lane,
Lots of attempts are there, but most of them are in vain.

Here goes, lots of cries,
However, there were many efforts, and many tries.

Life! It is like green pickles,
Hope, someday, someone will be able to unbind those shackles.

Swing that takes in the breeze
The south window is open.

They twinkle stars are still in the sky
So the mind is unbound today.

The attention was filled with random thoughts
Unfamiliar world with absent minded gestures.

With the south wind blowing the boat’s sail
Fagun has now reddened the occasion.

The game of light and darkness are going on
This is how the whole day passes by.

Marked in diameter and radius, the identity of the circle
Short-lived bubbles merge, the decay of receipt.

The enigma covered by the riddle is the path of life
Movement with wide open heart, but the desire fails.

Fallen hope in the long run, I think it is the oasis
Chest filled with a momentary happiness and hesitation, what a salvation.

Going to reach the desired goal, I see an asphodel
In the midst of shattered success, seems some hidden curse.

Behold!
Centuries ahead, who does could predict!
Centuries past, who does remembers!

If one sees just beforehand, one could see the future,
or, the past, but not the present,
because, it is within the existence.

We came alone, we will go alone
Keep that in mind
It will not come to work
Whatever we have so many friends and relatives.

On the way to come, on the way to go
All the work that we have done
Everything has to be accounted for
Understand that today.

This word in the mind
It's better to keep
On the way of path of coming and going
Let us ignite the light of knowledge.

The king's son looked around
Going from village to village
With one shoe in his hand.

This shoe would be a perfect fit on the foot
Of the one
The king's son will make the life partner
With her.

How long has it been like this?
The soldiers all turned around in groups
Find the shoe owner
No more
The king's son's mind becomes a burden.

Yet he does not give up
One day he will find her this way.

Suddenly one day he went to a village home
The girl was found by the king's son
Her name is Cinderella
She is beautiful to look at, her beauty repeats by all mouths
She showed the other shoe from the pair.

Everyone in the state said Hurrah, this girl is genuine
Parades across the state
They got married.

If it is written in the destiny
No one else can ****** it.

Sur un coin de la vie de l'ignorance
Itinérance pendant un court instant
La douleur d'obtenir ou de ne pas obtenir
Il est rempli d'esprit dépressif.

Avec quel espoir a construit la maison
Personne là près ou ****
Pour ce que l'esprit attend
Personne n'est là pour lui-même.

Tous sont inconnus dans l'étendue de l'immensité
Voyageur du désert
Le sentiment de ne pas aller nulle part.

Stories, never lies
stories, never dies
stories, never go in vain
stories, sometimes written in pain.

Stories, could be right or wrong
stories, make us weak or strong
stories, from future or past
stories, do not rot in dust.

Stories, some are really significant
stories, keep us near from distant
stories, make us strong and brave
stories, do not end in a grave.

The sun only rises for free.

The moon is indebted to the sun
because it does not have its own light
so it does not rises for free.

The sea depends on the moon
and thus its ebbs and tides
so it is also not for free.

The waterfall depends on the earth's pattern
and it needs the mountain to fall
so it is not a free fall.

But, if we desire
the pure love
it can always be free.

When did I hear the trumpet of life, from gaining knowledge and wisdom
However, death horns can be heard, anytime
And we have to depart, leaving everything in this world.

Life is a moving train, doesn't know how to stop
On the way there is never a moment's delay, and obey only its own law.

Its movement is only towards the front, doesn't know how to look back
It never kept the track of who came and who went.

In this way, on the way of life, we have to cross barely
It moves on at its own pace, no hurry.

Divine thoughts tremble, in the window of my heart
Blossoms spreads fragrance, in the gentle breeze of dawn.

In preparation for the goal, the wind blows on the sail
Standing firm on boat's neck, just moving forward.

Every moment of thought, lets call that back
Memories are almost lost, let them stay behind.

I heard the arrival of that good day, with a new consciousness in my heart
Stepping forward on the way back again, erasing all the pain.

Chegando à junção da vida
Calculando a disponibilidade, indisponibilidade
A mente está transtornada
O que queria e o que conseguiu?

Bem no fundo daquela dor
A frustração está o tempo todo.

As esperanças são devastadas sob a roda da fortuna
Então a vida chora por aí
Recebimento de busca e não busca
Cercou o pátio da vida.

Do not listen to the sweet words of the wicked
Don't count when he says something.

The trick is that he wants to make you lose all the time
There are so many people like them in this society.

However, they are out of reach all the time
When all such intellects are join together, then there is nothing to be done.

To be among these people is a great danger
You never know, when they will bring a new menace.

Yet do not know why, they are the first-line people
No matter how hard you try, they go unnoticed.

Durchstreifen im blauen Schmerz
Schwimmen im Blau des Ozeans
Vorübergehend rhetorisch denken
Ich vergesse gerne ganz gut.

Gegen den Willen sprechen
Auf dem unbekannten Weg gehen
Laufen gegen Müdigkeit
Auf die falsche Weise schweben.

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