Tired traveler
Hakikur Rahman

Tired traveler, wait a little.
You understood until yesterday,
which way you have to go?
You saw until yesterday,
how much emptiness is in the way back?
You heard until yesterday,
the cry of the emptiness?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Do you know today,
which way you have to go.
Do you know today,
how many ways would you have to cross.
Do you know today,
where do you have to stop?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
which way you will cross?
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
you will go to what border?
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
what will be your path?
Tired traveler, wait a little.

Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.

Where sing cuckoos and peacocks
where you can see magpie-robin
The water of the small river flows
towards its own address towards the sea.

Where shepherd play his flute
The mind becomes sad a little
The water drains down during ebb
Calling by gesture.

Where the water-lily filled the ponds
Children swim in the water
All the groups of farmers
go to the boundaries of the field.

Where silk-cotton, Bakul, Palash flowers flourish
Seeing that mind becomes cheerful
Fishermen go to the river to catch fishes
On the edge of the small river.

Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.

The fair will grow again
Under the banyan tree, on the market place
Wake up singing life’s victory

Again float the boat
In the filled up Ganges, in the middle
Wake up partners in the sea.

And no more staying idle in the house
And no more defeat in the life
There is hope in the chest
Do not forget it.

New light can be seen
Let's move on in front of everyone.
In the new day of sensation
Everyone come out.

To bring water from the river bank
Somehow the light flashes
Prince's heart becomes excited.

The sky was blue
Air was limpid
The giving and taking of hearts started at the river bank.

The eyes are in the eyes
exchanging hearts
With the little maiden girl
A prince of another village
has the first introduction.

Love at first sight
Finding one’s mind in other’s mind
That is how the two hearts
combine with tune within tunes.

This is a glorious day
This is a victory day
A day of achievement.

Days have come in the ages
to any nation
Memorable memories
to the people.

This is a festival day
This is a happy day
This is a day of feeling.

On a corner of the life of ignorance
Roaming for a short while
The pain of getting or not-getting
It is filled with depressed mind.

With what hope built the house
No one there near or far
For what the mind is waiting
Nobody is there for own.

All are unknown in the extend of vastness
Traveler of desert
The feeling of not getting anywhere.

The boat is embanked on the river side
Filled with golden rice
Harvested rice is coming home
The heart will be filled with joy.

Happiness filled the house of the farmer
Laughing is abundant in his chest
Let this way overwhelmed the mind and soul
Have a happy life all the time.

The boat is tied by the river side
Water is coming down to the ebb
In this game of ebb and tide
Life passes by the side of the sea
Sometimes fierce, sometimes frigid
The flow of river is very strange
In this way passes the wheel of life
Everything has been arranged in stages.

Fulfillment of receipt
And the pain of losing
Which one is more upsetting
In the realm of life.

Both of these marks are noteworthy
However,
Receiving makes one successful
And,
Failure makes one to fade.

No more in the dark
open the eye
No more sitting idle
follow the path of light.

Perhaps it is not easy
still do not end up running.
The path may have ups and downs
but effort should be there to reach out.

Get out on the way with bold step
go ahead in front
Barriers are all around
yet they have to be crossed.

That's how it will be done
all the paths have to be passed
Only then will it be seen in the coming days
the door to all possibilities.

Gafur
His home is in an unknown village
Far away from the city.
He had two acres of land
And two cows for the plough
Plant the land of others with his own hand
So starts with the life.

Youth has seen many dreams
Never got completed
Still did not stop walking
Life has not stopped yet.

Now at old age the body is lenient
The house, cows, plough have become old too
Everything is lean and thin.

In this way a life has gone
with no marks
The hard days have been passed without any border
The way was dense.

What was to say, was not said
What was the way to go on, was not gone
What song was to listen, was not listened
What was to awake in the world, was not awakened.

In this way aimlessly, the days have gone
While passing by, said something in the ear
I think that always, and it makes me sad.

What was to see, was not seen
What was to learn, was not learned
What was to understand, was not understood
What was to search, was not found.

In this winter we are
trying to
stay under coating
in various clothes
To cover the body.

And those who sleep
under the open sky
Are we informed about them?

Can we not do something for them
to try a little
with a warm cloth
To fill their hearts.

If everyone agrees, then try a little bit
Happiness will be filled easily within the globe.

Waves;
How high they are,
emerged within oceans,
fade away even before reaching the shore;

Created within rivers,
may reach the bank,
but become weak;

Produced within ponds,
reach the edge,
perhaps touching grasses along the edge;

However,
waves that are being created
within brave hearts never fade away.

Who will give me
the hope?
I tried to find her
in this dimension
Though do not remember
her face.

Still hopefully on the walkway
There may be an opportunity
Though it is absolutely motionless
Which has no end.

Just thinking about it always
Will it be the moment again
that someday I will be with her?

Darkness under the shade of light
And walking in that dark
The front way is like a mirage
Yet, on the same path, success is said.

One side, the other side, both sides are inundated
Such like as the river in rainy days
Measuring the movement of hope and trust
The benefits are as such.

Still have to look
Whoever goes by the way
Still have to listen
Whoever speaks.

Roaming in the blue pain
Swimming in the blue of the ocean
Temporarily thinking rhetorical
I like to forget quite well.

Speaking against will
Walking on the unknown path
Running against fatigue
Floating in the wrong way.

Seems all hopes are
on the other side of the river.

By wakening the midnight sleep
Who goes to the front
Enlightening the path
With sleep awakening song.

Become the guide of light
Continue to carry
By filling in hope
Overwhelming the heart.

This is very startling
Feels in mind and soul
With his heart awakening
Sleep breaking song.

His name is Kuber
Lives in a rural area.
There was a piece of land, cows for plough and a small house
With those he run his life.
He had to sell all for his daughter's wedding
Now become a day laborer
Eats if he get a work, otherwise remains half-eaten, or starving.
That's how it goes, the night comes
And the pains of despair just float in the air.
Finally he decided, he will go to the city in search of work
With so many hopes, one day departs for the city.

Traveler with lost target
Just walking around the path
Disappointment of not getting anywhere
Beats inside the heart.

Little sign of light
if seen somewhere
the whole day run to that pathway
So run and run.

When this walking will end
nobody knows
maybe it's probably possible someday
and, then he will stop there.

Today again in the same way
The movement started
In which border that I go
Dust clogged on the legs.

To what address do I have to go
I do not know
In which courtyard I have to stop
I have not heard before.

If walking, in this way
The destination remains unknown
Never there will be any stop on the path
At the bent of the nameless village.

On the way to the other side
When it is lost
Carefully kept in cushion
He looks for that.

On the way to home, at the boat's front
Under the bottom of the oven,
under the bench of the room,
in the sides of the house.

Adolescence, and the youth have crossed
Now the old age came.

Nevertheless, he kept his mind in the hope
One day he will find his lost priceless gem.