Say that the flute will sound
I was sitting and opening the fence
Noone didn't play the flute anymore.

I was waiting for listening to that tune
Thought in my heart
Anyone did not sing in tune anymore.

That says I will draw a picture
Caught paint and brush
But couldn't draw anymore.

That's the way it goes
I went out to the door
But couldn't cross the bridge.

I thought that I will paint the face
Since when did I dress up?
And couldn't no longer painted in spring color.

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.

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.

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.

I appeal in the blue of pain
In the water of floating eyes,
Whom will speak from the heart
Everything failed.

When the shackles are broken
I didn't understand before,
Playhouse tied to the shore of the wreck
Looks a big helpless.

The flowers of backyard are falling
There is no one to lift,
Memories evoke all
So can't be forgotten.

Birds are flying in the blue of the sky
Go to any border, known, not-known
The shady tree is covered in darkness
Call by a gesture.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sur le chemin de l'autre côté
Quand c'est perdu
Soigneusement gardé dans le coussin
Il cherche ça.
Sur le chemin de la maison, devant le bateau
Sous le fond du four, sous le banc de la pièce, sur les côtés de la maison.
L'adolescence et la jeunesse ont traversé
Maintenant la vieillesse est venue.
Néanmoins, il garda la main dans l'espoir
Un jour, il retrouvera son précieux bijou perdu.

Chegando à junção da vida
Calculando a disponibilidade, indisponibilidade
A mente está transtornada
O que queria e o que conseguiu?

Bem no fundo daquela dor
A frustração está o tempo todo.

As esperanças são devastadas sob a roda da fortuna
Então a vida chora por aí
Recebimento de busca e não busca
Cercou o pátio da vida.

Coming to the junction of life
Calculating the availability, non-availability
The mind is upset
What did you want and what did you get?

Deep inside that pain
The frustration is all the time.

Hopes are devastated under the wheel of fortune
So life cries around
Receipt of seeking and non-seeking
Surrounded the courtyard of life.

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)

Karma is my power
Find peace in mind by working
There is the relief even if destitute
There is no abode for the indolent.

Hold the oar with strong hands
With a strong hand lead the plough,
Whatever is near or the back
Sing the song of survival.

Be small, be insignificant
Work eagerly and eat day-to-day,
There is happiness in struggle
There is no shame in that.

The branch fell from the tree on the way,
The branch weeps and says, O Mother
Does happiness lies in this.

The tree laughs and says, O my child
Don't be impatient.
I have given you as a gift, to the human race
Bless you Karmavir.

There are also so many delicious fruits-
When they are satisfied with them,
I am successful in that.

The branch understands all,
Staying silent but looking for-
Alas true happiness!

But why are they
Whenever get a chance
Looking forward to killing the tree?

Two wings of the kingfisher
Who broke it?
The freedom to fly a bird
Who took away?

He's a silly bird
Did no wrong to anyone
What did he do?
That somebody did not like.

By breaking his wings
Is it a good job?
Then how he will fly
Can you say that?

(To those bird hunters)

"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.

Increase the scope of knowledge
Stand in front with a full-fledged heart.
Silly never on earth
Can't be prosperous
The light of knowledge need to be burn
Increase consciousness.

Knowledge will show the way to the end
There is success in knowledge
Ignorance pulls backwards
Brings failure.

Knowledge can give in today's world
New self-esteem
That way you have to forward your steps
Be wise in knowledge.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Swim through the entire life
Still standing on the sand bed
There was a lot of things to know
But it was not known in this small arena.

Life goes on in its own way
Which does not account where who losses or wins
This is how the ebb and tide runs
Throughout life.

Whatever supposed to be obtained was lost
Everything is for all of a sudden.

Swimming is a lifelong pursuit
Yet lying on the shore of life
There was a lot to know
But it is not known in this small span.

Life goes on in its own way
No one calculates where and when anything gets lost.

This is how the ebb and tide goes on
For lifelong
It was as if someone had lost the whole lot
Where totality is an ephemeral flagpole.

In the life of tears and laughter
What is left to see?
It may seem like this life
Entire entity is empty.

In the bend of river life
The memories are hidden
Never let to catch, never let to see
There is no limit to its perimeter.

So on the pages of life
Let's all write them down
All the makers of all events
And, become a mute witness.

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.

In the realm of life, it is difficult to understand, what is wrong, or what is right
Seems, there is no justice here, everything is controlled by the might.

The one, who has the power, greed for more superiority
Little cares about the rule, law, or the authority.

Whatever comes at the front, wants to grab, for his own
Nothing comes in between, a child, a youth, or a grown.

Profoundly reluctant to the path, yet need to be a pedestrian
Nobody knows, what will happen next, as an invisible custodian.

Life!
That is an undeclared war
Contaminated with speed imbalance.

Life!
That is crammed with illusory fantasies
Not with any beginning, not with any end
There is no feeling or affection.

Life!
That is implicit in the shadow of indirect imperfections
Falling into the rage of unwanted thoughtlessness
Inactively exists.

Life!
That is an uninvited guest
Does not obey any prohibition, does not have any genre
Does not follow any time frame.

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!

Life is a boiled egg
does not have any leg,
If you keep it to rest
it cannot do at its best.

If it is kept out of the thought
certainly, soon enough
it will rot.

Life is a smuggled ship
sooner, or later
it will drawn into deep.

Hence, it is better
to keep it untouched,
And, think about the rest of the world
though bitterly scratched.

This is an outstanding feeling
On the pages of memory
Seems all sorted out
It's like an exchange of nuggets.

Adolescent-youth
When has it crossed
How long is it left
Walking through the door of memory
The wrath of words
Is everything in order?

Gone yesterday
Crossed it
Now let's put it for tomorrow
When will the life fly away
Leaving all the delusion
This is the life of a caged bird.

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!

The river does not know how to stop
The movement does not have any border.

It breaks one side and builds the other side
The river goes on to the sea
It breaks down as it wishes
Whatever the dam you built.

Yet this is the life of the riverside
Beloved to many people
They are the witnesses of the breaking and building
The river has taken their own.

The river is filled up
Hits both the sides
Here comes the tidal waves
Wake up everyone!

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.

I gave freedom to those lines,
Let them fly in infinite space-
Flying unhindered,
So that no one else
Can't capture them unnecessarily,
Let them just say with open their minds.

There is no stopping for any reason,
Let everyone make their debut in a drunken state.
Paint in abstract desires,
Long-distance paths-
It rubs and corrects the rust of the heart,
I left the lines again to fly.

It's like finding yourself anew,
Floating on the ferry of life, rushing to the drink of lifeless feelings.

Listening to the silence of my past
Listening to the shadow of my dream
Listening to the hollow of my thought
Listening to the gesture of my future..

Everything is in inaudible.

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.

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.

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 lost my mind
In the vast field of green village
I lost my mind
At the river side of Shimultali quay.

I lost my mind
In the colored flowers of Caesalpinia pulcherrima
I lost my mind
At the canal of Matamuhuri.

I lost my mind
At the village market of Rangunia
I lost my mind
At the stalk of blossomed Lotus.

I lost my mind
By the tune of the lonely shephard
I lost my mind
By the silent song of the Jamuna river.

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.

Escuridão sob a sombra da luz
E andando naquele escuro
O caminho da frente é como uma miragem
No entanto, no mesmo caminho, o sucesso é dito.

Um lado, o outro lado, ambos os lados são inundados
Como o rio em dias de chuva
Medindo o movimento de esperança e confiança
Os benefícios são como tais.

Ainda tem que olhar
Quem segue pelo caminho
Ainda tem que ouvir
Quem fala.

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)

Heart’s harp harness from wire to wire
The tunes will remain fallen on the path
On the banks of the calm river
The tunes will remain fallen.

At this fair of laughter and criers
Life goes on in like a sport.

Sun-shadow on this day
Do not know the way back.

In this case, seek and try
Though times pass by
The songs will remain fallen.

Bored in the Autumn breeze
The songs will remain on the path
Mixed with deep sensation.

Down the memory lane,
Lots of attempts are there, but most of them are in vain.

Here goes, lots of cries,
However, there were many efforts, and many tries.

Life! It is like green pickles,
Hope, someday, someone will be able to unbind those shackles.

The merchant lives in the walled enclosed house
How organized it is to stay indoors.

How many of his servants, how many guards
Everyone is at hand, everything is urgent.

Breakfast in the morning, lunch in the afternoon
They all know what he’ll eat at night.

From here and there, even if it is a hair is moved
He would bring a big sword, look sharp, to punish.

If anything is needed, the gestures are enough
It appeared with lightning speed, there is no apology.

In this way he lived a life of supreme felicity
The rest is very tiny as he is engrossed in his own meditation.

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.

Tacit, silent, calm
Midnight time
There is no response anywhere
Only sky is filled with stars.

Somewhere in the field
The foxes have called out
Suddenly the wind blows
The light of fireflies glow.

Birds fall asleep at all
With haphazard wings
Dreams come and go
In the courtyard of the heart.

Migratory birds fly
Stretching feathers in the air
Depart from the country to country
In winter, summer and rain.

They go from one country to another country
Away, far way along the horizon
In due time comes back again
They come back at home in that distant.

They know when and where to stop
They rightly know the path
They know when and where to return
When time come they come back to their own tree.

This is how the migratory birds
Fly around the earth in their own way
Through which sign they fly
As if the world in under their wings.