The wind blows in the arena
The windows of the south are open
The morning stars are still glowing in the sky
The mind is so reckless today
The mind was filled with random thoughts
Unintentional gesture of unknown world
Floating the wind’s boat
Fagun colored the time
Playing in the light and the shadow
That is how the whole time is spent.

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.

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.

Rain fall in the canals and ditches
Peacock dances with floating wings,
Myna becomes wet in the tree
Rain falls with melodious sound.

The sky becomes black with clouds
Wind speed increases,
Cloud clashes and flashes
Watering sound becomes more loud.

In this full rain
Who wants to go outside,
I see the rain sitting in the porch
And write poetry about rain.

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.

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.

The apathetic king just sat and think
Will there be a day?
No one else in this state
Will not remain in starvation.

Calling Minister, calling Scholar
Calling all the Courtiers
Must have to make a master plan
So that all the people of the state get to eat.

More of the state treasury
Has to be enriched
So that someone is in the next day
Does not live in inadequacy.

Wherever you see flood, drought, famine
Stretch your  hands
So that no one remains starving
Do not spend night without sleep.

Food, clothes, shelter
These three are the original
If you can afford, then give then education
There will be lack of inadequacy from the country.

In this way, his kingdom is ruled by his kingship
No one else in the state has ever cried.

"Seek knowledge from swinging cot to grave"
Take the straight path, driven by conscience.

Remember that there is no alternative to straight paths
Always stay away from the curved path.

Whoever has gone the way of knowing the wise
Remember that you have to follow that right path.

Life is one but not many
We will take the benefit of it after all.

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.

Putting water in the beak
Lets her nestling to drink
Puts food inside the mouth
Lets her nestling to eat.

In winter-spring-summer-rainy season
She keeps her nestlings under her own wings
Not eating herself
Give the baby food to the mouth.

Let the earth be in hostility
How did you forget that mother?

Ten months ten days
keeping inside the belly
But, laughing
How many hopes in the heart.

During the time to be born
How much pain she bears
Yet smile on her face
When she hears her baby’s cry.

Enfolding in her chest
She remains extremely happy
She forward her hands
Call the baby towards her.

When the child becomes sick, afterwards
She cares for her whole night and day
Provides continuous attendance
Nevertheless, her face remains bright.

Not eating herself
Give the baby food to the mouth
Let the earth be in hostility
How did you forget that mother?

Waking up in the middle of the night
Who goes to the front
Illuminates the path
By sleep awakening song.

Becoming the guide of light
Continue to walk
Filled with hope
Overwhelmed the lonely heart.

This is a vast thrill
It feels like eternity
That is a heart-wrenching tune
A sleep awakening song.

Crossing one river of blood
This country has been independent
In return for the lives of millions of martyrs
We've got it.

How many mothers in tears
The soil becomes wet
This is my country
This is purer than gold.

The people who gave life for this country
Who gave the breath
In remembrance of them let us
sing the victory song.

(On the occasion of International Mother Language day)

Now you have
Lots of money, wealth
There are happiness around
With happy mind.

How many friends are there?
How many there are flattering people?
The time passes very well
It can not be understood morning and afternoon.

When will the wealth of you are gone
Only then can everyone be known to be friends
No one else will be there again
Do not see anyone getting in with.

They become friends at good time
There are many
All become strangers in times of trouble
No one is there for you.

Once he met, the ex-girlfriend of a friend
He used to like her, but could not tell her the truth
One day while she was dancing with the friend
(At that time, they did not become ex),
When she comes near him, he could smell her body
It is like a beauty soap, or an unknown perfume, or a nameless flower
So pure, so pleasant, so charming, he cannot describe
But, the smell remained in his heart for a long time.

She was so pretty; he thought he could sing a song for her
One song, two songs, three songs, songs forever
In fact, if she passes by him, even with his closed eye
He could tell her presence
So, to see her for a glance, he remained standing on the way
She comes and goes.

One day gone, two days gone, three days gone
Numerous days gone
She never passes through this way
But, for her he left some yellow flowers on the path
Not all yellow, with a red spot in the middle
In the hope that someday, she will pass through the way
And maybe she will recognize the flowers.

However, one day he wrote a letter for her
I quote, “And here goes the infinite solitude of a
Broken heart, who remains imprisoned forever
In your absence… , if you feel the tears of my eyes
Falling from the sky, you will understand that
Someone was there for you”.

But, for some unknown reasons, he never sent the letter
He kept it under the wet pillow.

(Inspired by a true story)

At the door of consciousness, whom am I looking for
In the pro-founded window
Lament, just remorse
In a veiled conversation with the heart.

Where does it came from, cannot bear the delay
Though a faint candle burning
Surrounded by illusion, inside my heart
Like a momentary puzzle.

Silence for a moment, sere thoughtless
Perhaps not visible yet
In the throng of thoughts, back to the astounding affairs
Struggle with fidgetiness to keep afloat, in the muddy water.

"Dullard pretends to husk rice even if it goes to heaven"
The weaver has been weaving all his subsistence.
The fisherman has been fishing all his time
The farmer cultivates throughout all his years.

Helmsman spend his whole life on the boat
The artist sings through all his existence.
The beggar begs through all his survival
Destitute dies crying all her days.

Kites fly in the sky all their being
A liar lies all through his entire life.
Memories haunt throughout all our lives
The monsoon brings early floods throughout the year.

Have you seen how crows row a boat?
Sitting on the corner, and the bull fell on the head!

Have you seen cockroach flying in the sky?
Fire-fly stops light in the night air!

Have you heard what song sings the female fox?
Entellus is taking bath in a pond surrounded by stairs!

Have you heard that sitting squirrel eating timber?
Hornets chasing everyone to the entire field!

Wonder what will happen with the hog-plum wood?
Everyone else on the field is a fake, but the bull!

Which picture you draw will be colorless?
And me! Cannot write anything, but became a poet!

Radhika,
Dance, fulfill the heart, joyful youthful mind
In the dance, the songs are sung, the time passes by.

Leads to night, audience, pleased all
Mixed rhythms, trembling erosion, and there is no difference between real and false.

Eye’s expectation, no trench, even there is doubt
In the attraction of desire, in the perspire, someone is reckless.

What she should do, so eventually, lets go of that
Deceptively better, bitter in sight, they are either baseless.

Doing so, taking time, passes her overnight
Gastrointestinal irritation, locking in the heart, opening the eyes finds the same morning.

Dawn is here
The birds are singing on the trees
Little girlie, little girlie
Open your eyes.

Start your day by washing hands and face
You have to go to the school
After wearing various clothes
The children all are going in groups.

Learning is necessary and you have to learn
To become a great one
Foremost, becoming wise
Will lead you to be the leader of the nation.

Let it be like this
All the baby should think this way
There is no substitute for knowledge
And, you should remember that.

Village wives are singing, while husking the rice
The helmsmen are singing, while rowing the boat
The farmers are singing, while cutting the paddy
The fishermen are singing, while fishing at the river
The birds are singing, while the morning sun rises
Honey combs are singing, while collecting the nectar
Village girls are singing, while collecting the flower
The children are singing, while swimming in the pond...

Those songs enchanted the mind, and
Make inspired.

The song of the open land
My green leafs’ song
At noon on the river bank
By the shepherd’s flute
Life becomes delighted.

Gallinule called in the morning
The kids are all playing
Farmers are chanting
To pick up newborn rice in the house.

On the bank of the pond
The village wife goes there
In the dawn of light
It is filled with aroma of grass.

Leave vengeance, slander, abdication
There is no achievement in harming others.
Build your life with patience
Fight against evil and injustice all the time.

When someone is in danger, raise your hand
Respect to the elders, do not harm them.
Receive the happiness that the Lord has given you
In no way do not break your integrity.

There will be nothing in the world of short days
If you do something what is good, they will go behind you.

There is no tune in the song
When was it lost?
The memory nevertheless pursued
The search is just for that.

On the way, while walking and talking
Was the ever-present tune
In the midst of thinking, in everyday work
The heart was full.

By no means unknown, it takes shelter
I thought that today
As much effort, I give
I don't feel like doing anything.

Lost the tune, endlessly
That is no longer the end
Yet around hope, sitting on the shore
I try to cross over.

Such a lonely star is surrounded by many other stars
Fallen down
Nothing matters.
How many birds fly in the sky?
A bird
If lost, no one finds that one.

Like so many stars on earth
Bursting every year
Lack of care is falling many stars
No one is keeping any news.

If these fallen stars
It could have been nurtured properly
The world would have been even more sweet
No one would be hurt.

That day will ever come, that
Those stars won't drop anymore
If you nurture them before they fall
No one in the world will be unhappy anymore.

Riding on the merry-go-round
See how it hangs over and over.

Life is just like that
As one can see from there.

Sometimes it goes up
Sometimes it goes down,
Full of thoughtless thoughts
Cannot leave them behind.

Someone smiles with happiness
Someone is crying and feeling sad,
Someone just crawls along
With the chest full of pain.

That's how it goes in this earth
In the game of breaking and making,
Someone finds, someone loses
At the every day fair.

Oh, wearing sapphire,
Who goes there walking in heavy rain?
Kadamba and *****-pine are blooming in the garden.

Come on in a  hefty watery rainy day,
What is the melody ringing in my heart!
Would I be able to recognize her?

Thick cloud is kissing the blue sky,
Looking at them with flashing eye-
Gardenia is swaying in the south wind below.

Where are you going placing morning glory on the chignon?
I just sat there with mirthless heart-
The tide rises again in the ever-flowing river.

Lost the path on the way
trying to find alone
Looking this way, that way
cannot glimpse it.

The morning went to the afternoon
the night arrived
In which corner I should find
pain of my mind.

The day went by like that
somewhere in the borders
Still the mind tries to find
the gesture of life.

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)

Succinctness trembles in the realm of the heart
The watchman of the Seventh Seas goes as far as the signal of light.

Unclean emotions play in a whisper
Scarcity is spreading in the arms of darkness.

Looking back here and there, it's back to the motionless speed
Arranged gardens surrounded by loneliness.

When the wealth of love is lost, it was sad
Looking forward to the glittering sky, hope to get back again.

Narrow clouds are playing in the distressed sky,
Cannot spent this time with an empty heart.

The hungry owls simply went to sleep.
What happened to the flowers of cactus blooming untimely?

In what tune do the birds sing at night,
What does the hornet wants at the blind garden?

Earth wakes up to a sleep-awakening song,
In the morning breeze, the soul felt empty.

Where goes the charioteer of warrior Arjuna?
Saussurea obvallata floated in the middle of the still lake.

Peacocks give a blank look towards the peahens,
Wild nightingale sings in what tune?

Why is sun getting up late today?
However, the heart calls back to whom, unknown.

Walking on the path in the dark
The path is not known yet
But, the heart remains open
Finding the direction of light,
Thoughts pull back
The trajectory goes elsewhere
Still, let's go on firm foot
Even it is not understood properly.

The path is no longer recognizable
Everything seems unfamiliar
Even if the path turns somewhere else
I agree to continue,
When will this darkness end?
I hope to see the light, however
The path must be crossed
Betting on my life.

Oh! Humiliated  mother world
You got the territory,
I have been sitting on the ground destroying you
Engaged in a drunken game.

Yet, you have spread your love
In the green ceremony,
I sit on it and put fire on it
In the betrayal of ignorance.

The whole world gazing it
But, everyone is dumb,
Your comfort is our comfort
We don't understand, why!

Pardon me being forgiving
Oh! Mother world,
And will not make any mistake knowingly
Kissing your prosperous land.

On the shore of the river
I'm standing
When the boat will arrive
Without the helmsman.

The boat is mine
Not visible yet
Tired by thinking all
Seeing the lifestyle on earth
All the past scenes are coming in the mind.

So, thyself
Have to row
The boat
On the way to towards the front
Go on your own
No more fatigue.

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.

The bride wearing the veil walks away
The evening star peeps
Her face is full of smiles
Heart becomes passionate by looking at her.

In the house by lighting the evening lamp
Covered with her fringe
Her bashful and timid glance woke up trembling
However, the hand is extended.

What a line on the silent face
Nobody understood
She is tired of the illusion of home
At the same time incineration in the heart.

The turning of the day came
No stopping in between times
The thoughts are random
Just spread dust on the road.

A lamp is seen in the front
What it tells by whispering
Adds the mantra of moving forward
Hope awakens in mind.

Those who are in the back
Chase on the way.

A feeling of being-sought-after
Noises in the heart.

Life passes on like this
At the river bank of the Helmsman of Earth.

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.

In search of trembling happiness
The worn heart understands whatever.

Cold air is blowing in the field
Spending all the time by thinking.

Already lost the way forward
Where do I stand with my hopes extended.

The past is behind the speed of life
Gets tired of finding the wrong path.

Weevil filled path spreads despair
However, the sun sets at end of the day.

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.

Sailing in the Earthly affair
No one will come with you.

As you came on that day
Likewise, you will be gone.

As much as you do, illusion here
With children, property, wife.

So do not weep, no result
Only Karma will be with you.

If you have a fall with the delusion
There is no gain in the soul.

Floating in the air, the windy breeze
All the tears and smiles were gone.

Like the mist
Floating my memories
The torned wire of the harp
Speech of consciousness
Gave me a summon.

With anxiety, kept the door open
Sit in excitement
Relaxed! Never knew
Hold tight the stir again
Hanging in my neck, the loser’s chain.

This is an astounding feeling
On each the page of the memory
Seems, all are arranged
Such an exemplary gown.

Childhood-youth
When is it crossed
How long time is left
Turn around the door of memories
In the words of speech
Let us all be decorated.

Yesterday was gone
Crossed over
Let's keep in mind the tomorrow
When it will fly
Leaving all the illusion
This life is a caged bird.

The daughter of water is running towards the home
After taking a shower in the sea water,
Bland shades thus looks towards
To see her, passionately.

The drunken wind is blowing there
Spreading her body odor,
The silver anklet is playing on the feet
The mind-soul is pacified.

Rubbing collyrium in her two eyes
Bunch of flowers in her chignon,
She is walking on red feet by painting with lack-dye
A white flower pendant in the ear.

Which crystal water filled the eyes
What a deep love there,
Gallinules are singing in unison
Her body is filled with gold color.

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 walk a little, at that dawn-
When the morning prayer ends -
Whenever the dew did not fall on 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 wave
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
Stretched their bodies
The sun painted by deep red is still there
They did not fall on their wings.

The little girl wrapped in mother's lap and asleep,
Dream aunties are still sleeping from her eyes
They didn't leave yet.

Beloved mother still covers the house,
The breakfast time didn't start.
One by one the flowers started falling on the bottom from the bud -
But the gardener's little girl got the hem of the sari,
Hasn't come to pick them yet.

A few days ago the storm broke the branch
Through the gaps in the branches of the Star apple 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 how to walk in a skillful way with thorns
They were spread out so that the foot becomes ******-
So I didn't walk anymore.

Needless to say
Just passing a day
or two, without any count
do not know how to make the bount.

Thereafter, looking forward to
move along the path, without ado
Thus cultivating needless thoughts
wherever fee-foo-fun, or foughts.

Ah! Who can say who is right
as always, the might gives the fight
But, you know how to ignore
and make one to forget furthermore.

What are you doing for hours and hours?
The movements of life can be measured!
It is like a river
Sometimes straight, sometimes bend.

In the monsoon, the river flows
By swallowing two sides
Like the life in full of youth
The euphoria takes over.

Such a river as ever-flowing
Sometimes is ever quiet
Life is so desperate
Sometimes become tired.

Like a river, passing so many ways
Runs into the sea
By leaving everything in life
Have to go to my own home.

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.

I told the housewife-
Be kind!
She didn't listen,
Unwanted pain scrambled in the heart.

I said to the earth-
Why hesitate!
I can't stand it anymore,
Can't see all those closed doors.

I told the night-
Get some sleep!
I am very tired of passing sleepless hours,
So in a trembling foot, I am moving, stopping, stopping.

I told the boat-
Take me to the shore!
It left with the other visitors, but me,
What sacrificial fire entered into the heart.

Thereafter-
I sat down in awe,
The moon appeared at the end of daytime,
Remained exhaled by the clamors of grigs.

Taking in my hand
Arrow and bow of the time
I am sitting here on the path to life
Restless, curious.

If there comes any opportunity
I'll pull the bow
There will be no chance that will get rid of my hand
My arrow will hit.

Morning gone, evening gone
The night came
Don't look at the opportunity
Time passes.

That's how it is
Waiting..
When will come the opportunity, nobody knows
Hence, sitting down for eternity.

I will work today’s work tomorrow
That can't be done anymore
I will give happiness to this forehead, or that forehead
This will not be changed.

Whoever has the due
There is what it deserves
He has to obtain whatever there
There is no other options.

All the rules are written
HIS account is all fair
Now it's just the turn of the realization
And, you have to be patient.