Baby tears in the mother's lap
It cannot be beard in any way
Mother's lap brings peace
In the hearts of all the children.

The child waddle in the mother's lap
Forget to cry all the way.

Come to the mother's lap
We all take shelter.

Oh Padma, in this filled month of Vador, what the look are you showing?
At the break of the wave, you break harder, now what else do you want?

The wider region disappears into your womb
Loosing all, those villagers are just looking at you.

How many homes were lost in the blink of an eye?
Where to find the oven for cooking, where to find the ***?

The farmer see the darkness, where to cultivate
People's hand on the head, where will they live.

In doing so, do you have any end?
Everything went under the water, there is no remaining.

Em um canto da vida da ignorância
Roaming por um tempo curto
A dor de conseguir ou não conseguir
Está cheio de mente deprimida.

Com que esperança construiu a casa
Ninguém lá perto ou longe
Pelo que a mente está esperando
Ninguém está lá por conta própria.

Todos são desconhecidos na extensão da vastidão
Viajante do deserto
A sensação de não chegar a lugar algum.

Yours sincerely,
I think it's just a lie-
The intoxication fell apart,
Thoughts are always left behind.

In that swing without swing,
Cannot find the reach-
Dam breaks in the tide,
I took life as it is and understood.

Came the dark on the path,
I'm still going on.

When the lamp is lit in the evening,
Remain as heartbroken.

Keeping the door closed,
I went to see the other plans.

In the crowd of unnamed roads,
Looking for those unknown signs -
The mind cries as it leaves apart,
The soul is lost again.

The guard silently standing at the front door
As if someone there incorporeal.

Who makes the arrival and the departure
He keeps an eye on everything and everyone.

Dedicated to the protection of the master
Fully attentive with everything of the heart.

Respect and devotion remain in the privacy of the mind
Not addicted to anything else.

Meanwhile, his own housewife is alone at home
She suffers from loneliness.

This is how his routine life goes on
Engaged in the care of others till the end of his life.

Time,
There is no stopping somewhere;
Time,
No one dares to conquer;

Time,
Does not take any responsibility;
Time,
It flows to the eternity.

The sun and the shade are playing
Seems, it's going to be a good day.

The thick cloud enclave the sky
The earth wants the sun again.

Look like it is raining
But, where is it lost?

Reckon, what is the message from the rainy season
It does not have any work for two months.

Nature is making fun
The environment is being fried.

Rain somewhere, drought somewhere
That's how days on the planet goes.

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!

Building the canopy with dry grass and leaf
******* their house,
Still in the house corner, with full of smiles
Enchantress is active.

Housewife living in the illusion of home
Hides her shy face,
Two companions in happiness and sorrow
In private.

Menting the old net with Ebenaceae juice
Fisherman rushing to the river,
Fisherwoman looks towards his way
Sings in a melodious tone.

Seen in new tidal waters
New song of life,
Standing on the mildly flown banks of the Jamuna
Fill their mind and soul.

In a dream, in a very secret dream-
I thought about someone in deep secret ..

I am a dreamer,
Day to day belongs to the hope
And the path goes on and on.

Oh the past! Beyond my hope-
I saw that fell by each and every moment.

In intense silence,
The moments are gone passed
Still thinking anxiously.

O neighbor of my heart-
When you have become a distant stranger.

Never know
Could not read my heart, with exhaled compassion -
I saw all in the middle of a dream,
It floats in the blink of an eye.

In a dream, in a very silent dream-
I saw someone in deep secret ..

Roaming na dor azul
Nadar no azul do oceano
Temporariamente pensando em retórica
Eu gosto de esquecer muito bem.

Falando contra a vontade
Andando no caminho desconhecido
Correndo contra a fadiga
Flutuando da maneira errada.

Dunkelheit im Schatten des Lichts
Und in dieser Dunkelheit gehen
Der vordere Weg ist wie eine Fata Morgana
Auf dem gleichen Weg ist Erfolg angesagt.

Eine Seite, die andere Seite, beide Seiten sind überschwemmt
Wie der Fluss an regnerischen Tagen
Messung der Bewegung von Hoffnung und Vertrauen
Die Vorteile sind als solche.

Muss noch schauen
Wer geht übrigens
Muss noch zuhören
Wer spricht.

*****, 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?

Standing on the sidewalk
Extend the arms.
Dust and mud on the entire body
Seeing pedestrians.

Shows various commodities
Gestures to buy.
That's why they are inexpensive
People always like to bought some.

He called, yelled and sale
Morning-noon-evening.
Sometimes chased by the law enforcers
But where would he go?

Has a family that works hard
However, the entire liability is on him.
This is how his day goes on
But, not at anyone's mercy.

Birds of the dawn, birds of the dawn
Why are you shouting so loudly-
Before the dawn
How do I keep awake.

It's not the dawn yet
Birds are asleep in their nest-
The dried leaves float in the air
That's what I am observing.

Birds will wake up at first
In the fire of the eastern arch-
Polens will smile with flowers
Painting them silently.

Terrain getting a glimpse of light
The little birdy will sing-
Holding the tail up
Will sing along.

Hope-
is a funny word,
you know.

Though it's comprised of
only four alphabets,
but, to most of the living things,
it has no boundary,
it has no end.

Realizing the inherent fact
that, most of the hopes
just evaporate,
or, may remain at the cocoon,
or, may never see the face of light.

All hopes, however, remain
for days-months-years,
throughout their lives
in dispire!

Not realizing the other fact
that, hope belongs to the eternity.

Showed the index finger that day,
The one-
For which the country became independent.

He said, to the
Seven and a half crores Bengalis
To take arms:

Said more,
To liberate the country with all the capabilities.

That call was
Sublime, Lucid, Melodious-
And that was this country’s
The epic of Independence.

Let it fill the hearts of all Bengalis
With words of wisdom,
Remain in the form of radiance
By becoming witness of the eternity.

Soaked rice vanishes before bringing salt
What about them again!
They cried throughout their entire life
Remain with sad bowing.

Wherever they glimpse
Just looking dry
Nothing close to hand
Miserable earth.

Life is for them
A large deep forest
But somehow walking
With broken mind.

If they step in the middle of the path
Sadness filled the air
There is nothing to collect, nothing remains
The house is always empty.

No morale there, yet they
Still remain active in working
How to get rid of stomach irritation
Sitting to think.

That's how life goes on
With them somehow
There is nothing new
On the way to the existence.

My days are lost
On the bank of the filled river
My days are lost
With the sound of fallen leaves.

My days are lost
With the drops of the pouring rain
My days are lost
With the songs of evening birds.

My days are lost
In the airy evening sky
My days are lost
In the flickering of night stars.

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?

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.

Give me some light, my love
In a new morning, in the sunshine
I will put it on
And will sale from door to door-

Give me some free air, my dear
It's been a long time, I couldn't take a breath
As if in the middle of the chest,
I will shake my heart in that free air
And I will say back,
Come, all, to this open door—

Give me some rain, my precious
so that I can hide my crying,
The house is tied to any passion
Today it is broken.
So I will try again this monsoon
Again in the old tune-

Give me some relief, my beloved
I could not sleep for a long time, because of the pain of loss
Passed the sleepless dew, for long long,
If you get it, mixing the autumn clouds,
With the starry sky
Will go to sleep
To see memorable dreams.

Criers’, laughter's’ fair
Running all the day
Turn back and forth
Let's see the same fixture.

Try to go this way, try to go that way
Turn the wheel as hard as I can
It is that old way
Where running anew.

What's up?
There is no end of this tour
There is no beginning, too
Fatigue is the special feature.

However, must keep going
No nonsense.

O modo de vida não pisca
Não sabe onde é iniciado, onde é o fim
Só sei, cheio de corrida
A terra está cheia de pontos de tempo.

Pode haver fronteiras, talvez não
O limite pode ser visto, talvez não exista.

Há um desejo de receber
Mas não há tempo de disponibilidade
O caminho está cheio de fadiga
O que não tem fim.

Woman: (English)
Hakikur Rahman

Hello woman
Enfolded me in what an illusion,
Shortly,
What fascination you have spread-
In thrilled string, in the thirsty morning,
In the heart of mine;
Time passes by,
Gave up the helm-
Reviving the consciousness, I see an invisible oasis,
For time antiquity,
Became celibate.


নারী: (Bengali)
হাকিকুর রহমান

ওহে নারী,
কি মায়ায় জড়িয়েছিলে মোরে,
ক্ষণিকের তরে,
ছড়িয়েছিলে কিসের মোহ-
পুলকিত ডোরে, তৃষায়িত ভোরে,
মম অন্তরে;
কাটিয়া গেলোযে কাল,
ছাড়িয়া দিয়াছি হাল-
সম্বিত ফিরি হেরি অদৃশ্য মরুদ্যান,
অনাদিকালের তরে,
হলেম ব্রহ্মচারী।

Mulher: (Portuguese)
Hakikur Rahman

Olá mulher
Enfatizou-me em que ilusão,
Em breve,
Que fascinação você tem espalhado
Em cordas emocionadas, na manhã com sede,
No meu coração;
O tempo passa,
Deu o leme
Revivendo a consciência, vejo um oásis invisível
Por tempo antiguidade,
Tornou-se celibatário.

Frau: (German)
Hakikur Rahman

Hallo Frau
Umhüllte mich in was für eine Illusion,
Kurz,
Welche Faszination hast du verbreitet?
In einer aufgeregten Schnur am durstigen Morgen
Im Herzen von mir;
Die Zeit vergeht,
Gab den Helm auf
Das Bewusstsein wiederbeleben, sehe ich eine unsichtbare Oase,
Für die Zeit der Antike
Zölibat wurde.

Femme: (French)
Hakikur Rahman

Bonjour femme
M'enveloppa dans quelle illusion
Prochainement,
Quelle fascination tu as répandue-
En string ravi, le matin assoiffé,
Au coeur de la mienne;
Le temps passe,
A donné la barre-
En ressuscitant la conscience, je vois une oasis invisible,
Pour l'antiquité,
Est devenu célibataire.

महिला: (Hindi)
हकीकुर रहमान

हेलो महिला
मुझे भ्रम में डाल दिया,
शीघ्र ही,
आप किस मोह में फैले हैं-
रोमांचित तार में, प्यासे सुबह,
मेरे दिल में;
समय गुजरता है,
हेलम दिया-
चेतना को पुनर्जीवित करते हुए, मैं एक अदृश्य नखलिस्तान देखता हूं,
समय की प्राचीनता के लिए,
ब्रह्मचारी हो गया।

(In memory of my beloved one)

Remain awaken, remain awaken-
When the evening stars wear down and set to the western sky,
And burns by glittering,
Talk to them in a whispered voice-
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas destiny!
Why do you plant poisonous trees with utmost care?
And that is why it has been hanging in my shoulder since time immemorial.
Although a truncated demon has swallowed everything,
But I'm not the only one to lose.
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas, stupid destiny !!
I have fallen into the trap of temptation for a moment-
So Saturn appeared, and was filled with immense depression.
However, still walking in excitement,
Holding the Book of Thoughts in a firm grip
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

My mind remains
In the water lily floated on the pond side
My heart remains
In the rows of the mango field.

When it rains in the summer
The team of child jumps in the water
Climbing up on the tree
Finding a nest of the bird.

On a palm tree on a winter day
Swallowing all the juice
As evening falls
Runaway to the village market.

A childhood memory room
Chilled inside the mind
Those are the times
Still, the memories are inside the heart.

The end is not the end,
That is why the remnants were left.
Who's calling today in which tune,
Though remain eager to obtain something.

Before I could think about it, I started walking,
Walked from axis to axis, alliance to alliance
The heart became thick in the crowd of sadness.

I lost myself in those unprotected borders,
Though there were compassionate efforts to illuminate the path,
In the light of gradual aging.

Still searching in the shadow of oblivion,
Day’s sun laid to the western sky,
And in front there is the white mountain of hope.

And no turning back,
And no more "Let bygones be bygones" -
Let go off all those repentance,
Stay away from all the bad omens.

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.

Interval between birth and death,
It is Life
Where is the end of life
It is death.

Life is interim,
Death is everlasting.
No one has the control over life
There is absolutely no control over death too.

Yet, everyone is looking for the meaning of life
Keeping in mind, what will happen, after the death.

My mind is sitting there
by the side of the pond full of water lilly
My heart is residing there
within the row in the field of mango garden.

When it rains in the summer
we jumped altogether in the pond
roamed from trees to trees
looking for turtle nest.

On the winter day, on the date trees
taking away all the juice
With the evening falls
runaway to the village market.

Childhood memories
bewilder the mind
The good old times
still are in the memento.

The turn of the changed day came
The times are not stopping.
Thoughts are random
Only the dust of the path are spreading.

A lamp, though seen in the front
Whispers something in the ear.
Delivers the mantra to move forward
Hope awakens in the soul.

Those who are in front and behind
Chasing on the way to leap forward.
A feeling of desire-accomplishment
Makes noises in the middle of the mind.

This is how life passes
On the Oarsman’s river’s quay.

Venir au carrefour de la vie
Calculer la disponibilité, la non disponibilité
L'esprit est en colère
Que vouliez-vous et qu'avez-vous obtenu?

Dans cette douleur
La frustration est tout le temps.

Les espoirs sont dévastés sous la roue de la fortune
Alors la vie pleure
Réception de recherche et de non-recherche
Entouré la cour de la vie.

Within the corridor of the heart, trembling with sleep
The watchman of the Seven Seas is like a light gesture.

Unrestricted sentiments play out across the mind
Rareness is spread in the arms of darkness.

Find here and there so it's back to the speediness again
The decorated gardens were surrounded by solitude.

When to lose the wealth of desire to float in water of eyes
Looking up at the night sky so hoping to get back.

Cumprimento de recebimento
E a dor de perder
Qual é o mais perturbador
No reino da vida.

Ambas as marcas são dignas de nota
Contudo,
Receber faz com que alguém tenha sucesso
E,
O fracasso faz com que alguém desapareça.

Optional dissection of the heart-
Again, not in the traditional way,
In sophisticated automation technology-
Which has not been noticed before.

So be it
Can be described,
All those specific processes.
There is no fear of being aroused,
Because it was not affected by any epidemic.

Solid routine activities-
But precaution has been taken,
Where-
Premature death does not occur,
Since there is no one to go to voluntary burning, back and forth.

The sparrow smiles when it sees the nest of the weaver bird
Turn around and just look towards the blue sky.

Say again, “open below!”- what a home it is!
Full of rice-straw and muddy all around.

Where I live in the building, how beautiful it is
But you have to work hard and have no time to breath.

Weaver says, “be it raw, be it ripe, make your home pure
Tightly made with straw and mud, keep it neat.

I am happy with what I have, brother
There is no pride in seeing other people's things”.

Here comes the depression
Heat is increasing under earth of treeless soil.

Hello Sunflowers!
Why are you so sad in the sunless sunshine?

Hello Mulberry flowers
Why is the Cuckoos do not sing in the forest as before?

Hello Human!
You are destroying all the trees in the name of development!

Hello Celestial chorister!
Are you going to sing only in heaven, for a while
come down to the earth, and resuscitate everyone with your melodious tunes.

Hello Helmsman!
By covering your mercy,
Rescue this humankind in this earth.

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!

Hidden thoughts trembles in the courtyard of the heart
The guard of Seven seas seems to be moving at the signal of light.

Unrestrained emotions play in the muddy waters
Rareness is spread in the arms of darkness.

Looking back here and there so back to momentum
Arranged gardens broke there surrounded by loneliness.

When the treasure of desire is lost, it floats in tears
Glancing to the sky so hoping to get back.

Flashing back, flashing back-
Whom to whisper in the eternal dark night!
The past!

It is a spy, there is no judgement,
In the subconsciousness, in secret,
However, paddling the life.
Kept everything arranged within the dispersed mind,
How many days of savings are there-
Remain awakened in affection and devotion,
The fusion of any consciousness.
Motionless past !!

You are very secretive,
Work in strict secret.
Laziness, sad days-
The current flows endlessly,
Disappointed on the way to the storm,
Tolerate everything.
Recluse past!!!
Flashing back, flashing back.

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.

Sitting on the window of the lane
The boy does not be seen any more
So when with him
Was last seen.

He was suffering from a difficult illness
No one did not know
He left the world in silence
Filled with the cry of the tears.

He was quite in touch with the conversation
It was with everyone
No matter whether pedestrians, peddlers are going
Whoever have passed the path.

I remember the boy very much, when I pass through this way
Hope one day, the boy will again appear by holding the window.

(From a childhood memory)

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.

Meditation rises above ideas and wanders again
Such behavior as a result of speaking the truth.

Slipped on the way and stopped for a moment
However, looked back and saw that there were no footprints.

Sleep-deprived thoughts are suppressed at night
But awaken every morning with the dream of new hope.

Don't understand how this has happened
Don't understand when have to see such a day.

There is no witness to whom I will give the justice
Above is the last hope of the Creator.

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.

When the flame of lamp went down a storm
Never ignite it, so far I remember.

Hence, moving around in the darkness
In the midst of the familiar and the unknown,  seems to be another world.

Venus is gliding on my fate
Who will sing me the songs of the wind.

Though it could be a mistake, but walking on the way with hope
The light and the dark, both are playing around.

Water lily in the water of the small canal
There are snails, oysters in the mud

Little waterhen widens her mouth
Mother is giving food

Hoppers are flying around
Gavial comes out of the hole

Small fishes play again
In the water of intensive black canal

Chill is roaming in the air
Time passes like this.

Mother, you are the shadow a big tree in my life
Mother, affection extends through the touch of your hand.

Mother, you are the bright star shining in my sky
Mother, I am overwhelmed by the blessings of your soul.

Mom, you're my mother, I'm proud of that
Mother, in the stream of your affection, peace is showered.

Mother, you hold my hand and give me the direction of the path
Mother, in your words, let's vanish the dark night.

Mother, you are my thought-consciousness, brings confidence
Mother, listening to your wisdom, let me breathe a sigh of relief.

Let us avoid inferiority complex
Purify the mind,
Let be engaged in human service
Let's go the way given by the Creator.

Obstacles as far as from the front and back
Or Beyond,
We can sing like a song of equality
With no exception.

Travel with a dedicated mind
In the realm of life,
Inspire the message of unity
In this momentary earth.

Refrain from creating confusion
Heart remains strong,
Keep up the mentality for human service
Let there be an end to discrimination.