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.

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.

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.

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 ..

*****, 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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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.

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.

I have been saying to faith ever since-
What are you suffering from?
In which subconscious fence you have obsessed yourself!
You have been there since time immemorial.
Your path is not visible,
Your journey remained unfinished.

He answered very politely-
I have wasted time and time again,
What an unforgettable current I have flowed in a weary way
Flowing through the eternity-
But the real sailor's hand did not fall on my shoulder
So that I could reach that goal easily.

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.

The sun laughs and says,
The light that illuminates the world in from me-
Yet why cannot I love the dew particle
A little bit more.

The dew particle cries out,
There is no harm in that-
By spreading the softness of the morning,
I vanish in such fascination.

The sun said later,
For you I may be very small-
But try to shine all day long,
Oh, how happy!
I remain vigilant.

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.

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)

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?

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.

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.

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.

Anything there is unhealthy
Anything there is evil
Let us make them disappear from the heart
Let it not be even dim.

Get rid of all lies
Let the truth to take the lead
Enlightened mind, enlightened moment
Let the dire thoughts be disrupted.

On the path of light beyond darkness
Gathered all
Injustice and inequality
Shouldn't cry silently.

Become affected by unfairness
Let us not do any job
To build an orderly society
We have to take an oath today.

Evening star is the sister of the world
Name of her is Venus
She is the closest to the world
She does not have any secondary planet.

In 225 days surrounding the sun
She circles around
If one stands on the Venus will see
that Sun wake up in the west and sets at the east.

In the evening along the western sky
in the early morning, and in the eastern sky she glows
That's how her existence is being told
to the universe.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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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.

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.

No more cry, my friend
Stand up straight
Step to the front
There is no time to stop.

Do not let all go back
Do not mess with memories
With new consciousness
Inspired by the encouragement
Get started on the way again.

Let the obstacles come as much as possible
As far as someone calls from the back
With a new hope
Deep into the heart
Let's face it
There is no time to go back again.