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.

Suddenly, the sarengi rose to a certain tune,
The heart woke up and looks towards far away.

The homeless mind lost its way in an unknown direction,
However, extended the hand saying that it would be time to leave.

What else does it take to tie the wire apart from the binding,
Perhaps, there was a dry bouquet on the open window.

What will happen if the tomorrow remains to be recognized,
Though trying to make up for those lost old days.

Child, opens her eyes
Looks around smooth earth,
Abounding with many rivers and fruits,
Full of grain and greenaries
It is self sufficient.

Someone said in a desperate voice
O mother of the world,
Will you remain so pure?
Oh my planet.

Looking around the world, sighing
Says, oh my dear
I am helpless because of you
As, erosion is taking place at the source.

The sadness of the ax reveals, without its handle,
At the very near, finding a Ficus religiosa tree,
Said, O my savior.

Said in a gurgling voice-
Will you provide me a dried bough,
Only then can I be effective,
I'll get back my working rhythm.

With a huge heart of the tree,
Said, my dear, obtain it,
I’m donating it for your action.

Suddenly the completed ax-
Began to slash the trunk of the tree,
To acknowledge the benefits of the benefactor
Does anyone cares a little!

What a light, touches my eyes
Summons me in the new sunlight.

Swinging in the breeze,
Whatever comes in the mind, let it remain drifted.

Floats a cloudless cloud,
Let the thinking of my mind to be played there.

Play the bamboo flute,
By opening the barricade, let it fly with all the tears and laugh.

Let the hope rises in the heart,
By opening the window, let all loves, fly.

Beard yourself in the ordinary queue
Match yourself with their laughter and tears.

Devote yourself irrespective of religion and caste
Their problem is not to think of their own.

Try the best to solve their problems
Feel their pain in your heart.

Let the day come when the common people are happy
Let's dream on this day, let hope awaken in everyone's heart.

I know who you are
and, I know where your
other half of the heart-

Even, so, I look at this half
that makes me happy,
though, broken and sordid-

I just ignore the other half of you
that broke full of my heart.

(Continued from 1/10)

But, the most important
thing in this fable
is that he also
could see many other ghosts
gathering and standing
behind those mourning people.

He also could recognize
many of those ghosts
as they were familiar to him.

Though he could see
those ghosts,
but could not hear
what they used to
whisper among themselves.

He never told this story
to his mother
(his father died when
he was a little child,
so he does not have any
memory of his father),
his younger sister
(whom he used to love the most),
his classmates,
or, any neighbors.

Continued….

The sun has risen in the eastern sky
The beginning of a novel day
The world is colored by the light of dawn
Decorated branches are young, yet.

Gestures to walk on the path again
On the blue horizon
Consciousness begins anew today
On the border of life, again.

The south wind blows slowly
Gives life throughout a pacification
Let's come on the path with firm conviction
Sing the song of life, eternal.

If you donate, keep both of your hands open
Purify your mind and soul, and depend on legal earning.

Donate with the right hand
The left hand should not know,
Don't expect anything in return
With your donation.

The power to give is from the Creator
You could be the selected one, not everyone,
Brings peace in the midst of charity
Pacifies the heart.

That which is possible on one’s part
So let's donate,
He is the owner for your capacity
He will give the honor.

Fat less bone chewing
Extended delivery of debt.

Floating in imaginary happiness
Smile in a broken heart.
The rise of thought which is invisible
Fainting in the imagination.
Thoughtless consciousness
Worship without offering.

I kept within silent thinking
Ride in the free tide.
Fascinated by the incarnation of the event
The soul is angry at the not so long ambiance.
Ah! Unmixed results
Let the surface start from Zero.

Seeing the light of the elf-fire
Did not lit in my house
the evening lamp,
Although it burns dimly,
Darkness does not cut it.

With great hope,
I thought it would be like this
Life without a light..

I think hopelessly
Where did it go?
Thereafter,
floating in the boat of oblivion
flowing forever
till the eternity.

The sky was full of stars
Gentle flowing breeze,
Fireflies glow in the dark
Excited mind and heart.

Hoping for the moon
In what tone do I need to call,
In the sweet fragrance of Cestrum nocturnum
The window is widely open.

The sun lean to the west
The game of light and darkness goes on,
The game of clouds is going on in the sky
Time passes by chasing them.

The day covers within the night
Calls across the border,
Swinging in the thirsty soul
A newer appeal.

Indomitable desires,
The bald bubble remained invisible in the bushes.

There is a whimsical settlement of the people near the shore,
On the uneven shores of thought-
Listen to the song of the elusive rain,
Match the eyes, shed tears-
It is mixed within the soul to soul.

Only now doves graze in the courtyard of the house,
Filled with loneliness all the time,
Through the gaps of carelessly growing shrubs,
The torn moon peeks out.

And consumes eternally,
With the hopeless thoughts,
Yet suddenly attacked-
Weeping desires, in the valley of the last sleep.

Fair of weeping- laugh
It's been around the whole day
Looking at this side, looking at the other side
Let's see the same game.

By this way, you go or by that way
The swiftly swirl the wheel
This is the same as walking on the old way
Renewal of walking.

Of this walking
has no end
nor it has
special fatigue.

So, it has to be walking on the way
And, it is not a child’s play.

What an amazing beauty, I see
Oh my motherland!
It amazed my heart, and I sing
You are eternal.

Floating cloud raft, in the middle of sky
Playing there cheerfully,
I spent the whole day, by looking at them

The river flows, with silent jingle
What a beautiful sight,
The mimusops elengi are blooming, in the branches.

Golden paddy in the field, filled the farmer’s heart
Shepherd joined him with his flute,
Mind and soul get pacified.

On a moonless night
the silent disciple
and the dedicated monk
with the help of those good fairies
and the jungle goddess
built an enormous trap
inside the dark forest
so that the monster
could not escape in no way.

All heart trembles
wind stopped flowing
there was no moon, of course
shivering frightfulness was surrounding everywhere
(with the help of the wicked witch
the monster approached the trap).

No one can explain, what happened then-
as there was no light
no one could witness
the ultimate roar of the monster.

Sadly, the dedicated monk
sacrificed his life to prevail
the humanity
and hence forth
the silent disciple become victorious.

Sun rises smiling the next morning,
all the darkness vanished from the dark forest
birds were singing across all gardens
flowers bloomed throughout the horizon
rivers flowed towards the ocean
and the humanity prevailed.

The end (shortened).

Smile, a little
or bray, cachinnate,
cackle, chortle, chuckle, or giggle.

You can have a reward smile
or, perhaps an affiliative smile
could be a dominance smile
even the lying smile
Could be the wistful smile
Conceivably the polite smile
Possibly the flirtatious smile
or, perchance the embarrassed smile.

Does not matter!

As long as you smile with your untainted heart,
that's matters the most.

Therefore, smile
By reflecting your unsullied heart.

Hanging on the leaves of the Barringtonia acutangula,
There are a few dewdrops-
To the little birdy that is, the huge Indus.

Drizzling on the lips, those drops of water-
Carrying in the beak, exhaled in joy,
No more worry.

His joys strengthened further, and he said,
My mother is standing next to me, so why should I think-
After tasting with full of heart, will look into the other branches.

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”.

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.

I wanted to walk a little,
With the scent of the gentle breeze of the morning full of life-
But could not walk, due to the thorns of the path.

I wanted to take a short walk, at the crack of dawn-
The morning prayer ends -
Whenever the dew did not fall from the grass,
The fireflies in the bamboo grove are just trying to sleep.

In the lukewarm water of the side of the paved pond
Even though no one came to wash their feet, which is still covered with fog,
The reed branch in the middle of the pond is throbbing
Shaking with the water, there is still no sign of the butterfly
The red grasshopper did not come and sit.

Sitting on a branch of a tree, the two baby birds sit under the mother's wings
Stretching their bodies
The sun painted by red is still there
They did not fall on their wings.

Little girly wrapped in her mother's lap and asleep,
Aunts of sleeps are still leaning on her eyes
Didn't leave.

Beloved mother still sweeping the house,
The breakfast didn't start.
Flowers started falling one by one on the bottom of the tree -
But the gardener's little girl wrapping with the sari,
Hasn't come to collect them yet.

A few days ago the storm broke
Through the gaps in the branches of the Syzygium malaccense tree,
The golden light of the sun
Hasn't come to the corner of the yard yet.

I wanted to walk a little along the path-
But could not walk due to the thorns,
Who knows who placed those thorns
And. I do not know how to walk in a skillful way with thorns covered
They are spread out in such a way, so that the foot becomes ******-
So I did not walk with full of life.

A group of fireflies,
With longing for life, very quiet
Spread the light in the darkness of the bamboo garden and say,
We wanted to enlighten the whole world like this-

A group of fireflies,
Illuminated,
The house where the unlucky mother turned off the lamp, without any compensation
Till the sky becomes rubicund, by the dawn-

A group of fireflies,
Forgetting arrogance, gathered under the bench of Dukhai's kitchen
Gathered, and brightened with the light,
Until the fire in the oven is re-ignited.

A group of fireflies,
When the gaps in the Mahogany tree vanishes, tell the full-grown moon to fall into the bushes of Phenymansa,
Said, No problem, you get some rest,
We are here to enlighten the earth.

A group of fireflies,
Woke up on the very first morning of the Ekushey,
Shine by exposing the foot of the Martyr Monument,
And they said, sleep in peace,
We are your eternal guardians.

A group of fireflies,
Stay billions of light years away
Accompanying the stars,
Glow all night long
And, became a witness of the eternity.

Browsing the dictionary,
I wanted to make life tidy.
Promised,
Remained above adversity-
Tolerating all iniquities.

The heart is filled with dissatisfaction,
Although I have dedicated all my activities-
To all the well-wishers.

I'm in pain today,
Yet I did not make the treaty unjustly-
Betting on my life.

In this way passed those days,
Ideas all suffer from delusions-
Destiny faded with the eternity.

Listen to the message of arrival
Full of light all around,
With the suffix of developed consciousness
Extending to forward in correct way.

Let go of the decay
Let's get rid of the earthly dirt,
The new sun has risen in the sky
Be full of liveliness.

Everlasting color without ties
Let life begin,
Awakening of the desire to wake up
Let's play the drum of life.

In the awake of the new day
No more stopping,
Ignore the frown of darkness
Win will be snatched.

At the dead of night
There are Bangma, Bangmi lying at home
Darkness surge around
Land not seen below.

Occasionally in the bamboo forest
The light of the firefly blazed
This is the night of the new moon
It is real darkish.

Wise owl in his house
Moved up
In that one corner of the forest
Cactus flowers are blooming.

This game of darkness
When will that end
In the morning sky
The sun of the day will rise, however.

People, usually talk about
all kinds of things-
but, do not say about
the things, they really think.

Even, sometimes they may
say, what they want-
though not much
but, they cannot
though they pretend.

Oh!
It's a
life long story!

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.

Shadows,
Depending on the reflection of light-
Sometimes small,
Sometimes oblong,
Sometimes get lost in the dark again.

Compassion,
Bridge among hearts-
Yet sometimes gets manipulated,
And most of the time, forgotten.

Corpus,
Is constantly running-
In the face of decay,
Fatigue, exhaustion, depression built on it.

Companion,
She is the incarnation of love-
But why gets lost,
In which subconscious?
Covered with an untouched wrap.

Kajla, the daughter of Kusumpur, has anyone saw her?
I could not see her anymore, by the Ichhapura's bend.

She was like a banister, a smile was always on her face
Repeatedly, it seems, let's look at her.

Naughty was cute, listened to no one
That would be the end, it wasn't known.

To collect the water lily, she went there
Did not return and come home, everyone looked for her.

What about that girl, and nobody remembers now
Hope there will be one day, when I could see the Kajla girl again.

(In memory of a young girl who went to collect water lily
and never come back)

Here raises the curtain
Sitting there the Emperor, Queen and Princess,
Friends-foes, slave, slave-maid
All engaged in self-acting,
busy-all;

Successful with the perfect performance.
Someone gives a loud dialogue-
Someone sings in a melodious tune-
Someone dances or serves in an irritating manner,
Bravo! Bravo!!

Applause erupted around the stage-
Thrilling atmosphere arouses around,
In the loudness of the drum,
sometimes the dialogues do not reach the eardrums
Yet the play continues,
Time passes happily, merrily;

Suddenly noticed!
There! There is the conscience!
In the remote corner of the crowded stage;

Somehow leaning on one foot, dejected-
The role he played was-
Not being performed perfectly
And without everyone's knowledge,
He always left behind the public eye!

Guru makes three folds on his forehead
He said to the students:
"Study the rest for yourself",
And then
Slowly he walked towards his room.

He is great
His knowledge does not compare to this earth
Stay serious
His mild voice could not be easily heard.

Always stay dedicated
A wealth of knowledge on how to grow
He is not a pair in search of knowledge
Somehow he did not give up, neither he lose courage.

Being such person’s disciple
It is the gift of great fortune
These gurus for ages
You have made richness a great, famous story.

(Dedicated to my best Guru, Prof. Nassir Sabah;
Still I remember his open book and open time questions!)

Alas, the stagnant past, falling into utter darkness
My heart is pounding, the door is open and closed.

Alas, the endless past, without the lure of ability
The dictum is worn out in sentences, half awakened though.

Alas, the indefatigable past, composed with a fearless heart
Lonely as the incarnation of any God, deviation of Avatar.

Alas, the faded past, the gain is inlaid
Drenched in delusion, perhaps, worn out in childishness.

Waves of water flutters
The Jamuna is inundated
The waves stuck towards
Rahim Miah's house courtyard.

The house is in the river bank
Passes his life by catching fish
Seeing the tide and web
He keeps all of his family in the house.

However, there is heavy fear is his mind
When the house would be washed away by the wave
Yet, he was bound to the chest
Hoping for life.

Ministers-Advisers, forgetting the differences of the tribe,
Put humanity above all.

Sprinkle the heated earth
With the song of equality,
May the wind of peace blow
Across all soul.

Promote thought-consciousness
Extend the hand of cooperation,
The light of non-violence ignites in the heart
Success comes every morning.

Enrich every heart of this planet
Let there be peace,
Fill all around in sympathy
Remove all confusion.

Inside twenty-two yards
Twenty-two players
The game is very exciting
It's been around the whole day.

Sometimes in white ball
Sometimes this game is going to be on red ball
It's not a play of force
They say that they only need intellectualism.

Test, one-day, T-Twenty
These three ways can be played in this game
Types of variations in over
Play this game on the field.

If the ball touches the fence touching the ground
Then there are fours
And if the ball does not touch the boundary liner
It's six, and how nice it is to see.

Let's play around the whole world
Let's play the game of bat and ball
Let's stay throughout the year
In all the playgrounds.

What a light glowed on the face
New hope awoke in the chest again.

The blue sky is filled with different colors
The strong wind blew in a new fashion.

The birds of the dawn sang in the branches
The little girl wanted to wake up in the mother’s lap.

What a swing of life arouse around
The heart remained open and enchanted.

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.

Ask the wind that stopped-
Why are you stalling?
I can not be overwhelmed as before
It is the pollution at the source.

Ask the tree which is trending downwards -
How this has happened to you?
She answered, as she is ill,
In the absence of water I am in the big trouble
This is how we remain alive.

Ask the fountain that is flowing lifeless,
Why you do not flow like before?
I'm in great trouble being harmed by the environment
No one shows any sympathy.

Let's talk about the slow-moving river-
Where are your excited waves?
Due to lack of navigability, I am dry now
There is no one to see it.

Ask the bird sitting in the shade -
Why are you so depressed
The canals are all filled up
Can not get food properly when I am hungry.

I ask the dusk on the horizon-
Why do not have gold color as before?
The world's back is gray now
Cannot get immersed in the boundaries.

Ask the people who are half awake
This is the way the world should run?

To protect the environment around the world
Everyone should be gathered together and claim.

The child comes to enlighten the house
Happiness is everywhere
Every heart of the house is touched
Every soul plays happily.

Day by day childhood-adolescence-youth reach
The ballad of success goes with the whole existence.

Just like the wheel of life
This hope is for everyone
As if all are drawn in a pleasant picture
A child brings an immense aspiration to all.

O nome dele é Kuber
Vive em uma área rural.
Havia um pedaço de terra, vacas para arado e uma pequena casa
Com aqueles que ele dirige sua vida.

Ele teve que vender tudo para o casamento de sua filha
Agora torne-se diarista
Come se conseguir um trabalho, caso contrário, permanece meio comido ou passando fome.

É assim que acontece, a noite chega
E as dores do desespero flutuam no ar.

Finalmente ele decidiu, ele irá para a cidade em busca de trabalho
Com tantas esperanças, um dia parte para a cidade.

Quand le temps est illimité
Quand le chemin est immobile
La vie est alors stagnante
Ensuite, la marche continue.

Quand la réponse à la question est inexpressive
Quand la destination est sans but
La réalisation est alors absente
Alors les rêves sont en jeu.

Intervalo entre vida e morte,
É a vida
Onde é o fim da vida
É a morte.

A vida é temporária,
A morte é eterna.

Ninguém tem controle sobre a vida
Não há absolutamente nenhum controle sobre a morte também.

No entanto, todo mundo está procurando o significado da vida
Tendo em mente o que acontecerá após a morte.

Like it or not
you cannot ignore the truth,

Believe it or not
sooner or later
the truth will prevail.

But, the reality is that
till that time,
you may cease to exist.

Let the bleeding of the heart be soothed,
May the soul's resonance be enlivened.

Let the flame of consciousness burn,
Let the imagery of thought be awakened.

May pure understanding develop,
Vanished away out of tempered concoction.

Let illuminate enlightened insight,
Banished away seduced mischief.

Sadness cried back,
Standing in the courtyard of the heart,
Could not understand her indistinct cry,
When consciousness returned, it was too late.

The cart slammed to the side, the last whistle blew.
I was not able to hear that,
So, I remained in the unsurpassed desert,
It seems to be waiting for the eternity.

Have you seen anyone?
The little invincible flower that blossomed!
It was neglected as long as it was in the open.
A beautiful butterfly,
Sometimes sitting on it,
I could not hear what was said between them.

The female swallow, looks in the sky,
By singing says "Some sparkled water!".
No more heartbreak now,
Because I'm stuck
In the priesthood of prolonged memory,
There is a layer of dust in the negligence.

Quando o tempo passou
Antes que qualquer coisa possa ser encontrada
Quando o alvo é perdido
Antes de encontrar o caminho certo, ao mesmo tempo.

Presente e inexistente
Junções estão a caminho
As idéias ficam cinza
Não entendido de forma alguma.

Em um dos momentos
Saia do caminho novamente
O que acontece quando ninguém sabe
Atravessando esse caminho em vão.

Auspicious gag
Where to place it
Which is the real, which is the fake
Just left to recognize
All auspicious gag.

In the fair of real and fake
Nothing can be known
The real and fake mixes
Leaving the riddle
All auspicious gag.

Do as much as cry
Think as much as you want
Nothing works at all
As much as keep in a shelf
All auspicious gag.

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 wheel rolls around
Drops the sweating of the body
The whole day struggles on
Does he gets what is the real price?

He goes from here to there
Under the sun and rain
Life comes to the throat
Does not remain in the heart.

Yet he runs along the path
With the inspiration to survive
Going along the way
In no one's mercy.