Bring the spud, come with the axe
Cut down all the trees.

What is the need of the garden
There will be an apartment, however.

Fill all the ponds
There will be house complexes.

What one get any benefit from the lowlands
Lack of space to build new houses.

Who keeps space for a new road
He lives in a fool's paradise.

There is no time to sense and thought
Everyone is running with their eyes up.

Must have to be modern
Look around.

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.

What a light, touches my eyes
Summons me in the new sunlight.

Swinging in the breeze,
Whatever comes in the mind, let it remain drifted.

Floats a cloudless cloud,
Let the thinking of my mind to be played there.

Play the bamboo flute,
By opening the barricade, let it fly with all the tears and laugh.

Let the hope rises in the heart,
By opening the window, let all loves, fly.

The morning light fall on the face
The light of hope awakened again in the chest.

Encouragement to go ahead with the new day's spirit
Cut out of darkness, and cannot be pushed back.

The clear wind is blowing out all around, the call is always open
It's good to forget the back day, keep up the determination.

The sky has got the new sun filled with sparkling light
Let the light of hope be torched in every heart.

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?

The baby swings in the mother's lap
Forget crying
The face is just like the moon
I looked up.

Only mother can understand
The language of a small child
Mother and baby’s love
Stuffed with affection.

Let mother and baby’ love
Be immortal
That compassion of the heart
Let's spread throughout the world.

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! 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.

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.

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.

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.

Suddenly the wind sways
The flower of Nymphaeaceae shook-
The girl wearing azure blue sari came,
Pull it out of the water with both hands,
It will become food before the mass noon terminates.

They came from Maltigaon
How many children, old and young, emptying the village,
They too have jumped into the lake like that,
Carp, Snakehead, Shoal, Mullet
Whatever it is, it will be lost today,
All empty before the rage of the clouds.

Hanging on reed branches
The Kingfisher is also in oblivion-
There is nothing left for dinner.

Meanwhile the neglected *****,
Dry sighs and wants to drink from the sky,
Some say, "I want to breathe a sigh of relief!"

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.

The moonlight disappeared suddenly,
Took the darkness with her-
Who placed passion-flower in her ears,
With a uncomprehending smile,
With a cowardly step who came and stood in the corner of the square.

Silver moon,
That is painted only on the painter's canvas.
Under the bare wood apple tree, or on the edge of the cinnamon forest,
Is anyone waiting for someone?

With a weak argument,
What a tense memory to hold!
On the other hand, in earthen plate, the rice is poured with water
But the tailed dog plundered all,
And I stood under the darkness,
Recite Shakespeare's lyric.

Yet I don’t know why, but hear
The fasting street child continues to say,
"Give me a handful of food!"
I can't write poetry anymore.

When there is between desire and attainment
A huge gap,
Then the heart will be stained
And, in the pain of not reconciling the accounts
There must be tears in the heart.

However, in the direction of the light of the new day
The fresh journey begins
In the heart, with new consciousness
Let the drum sound high and high.

New sun arises in the eastern sky
Aspirations applauded in the middle of the heart.

This day must be won
Injustice, oppression can not be feared.

Where you see inappropriate, injustice
Protest, to find the proper justice.

Just by sitting, the moment cannot be crossed
To the conscience, one should not be submissive.

With the conviction of the new day, we have to move forward
By overcoming all obstacles, success will surely approach.

When there exists a huge gap
In between desire and reception
Then the stain will be cut in the heart.

In the pain of not matching the account
There is a cry in the heart.

In the direction of new day light
Start the new journey
With the new sensation in the spirit
Let us beat the drum.

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.

The stars in the night sky
glow with glitter
Spreads the game of light and darkness
talk about the existence of God.

Very distant from this planet
far far away
They are many light years away
from here too far away.

Yet everyone adheres to the rules
revolve around their peripheries.

There are more stars in this universe
Whose light has not yet come
In the lap of this planet.

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.

One day
I'll not be writing anything,
perhaps not due to any reason,
or, perhaps a reason beyond imagination
and, would not be posting...

One day
I'll not be writing any verse,
perhaps not being well enough,
or, perhaps due to an unknown reason
and, would not able to post...

One day
I'll not be posting any poem,
perhaps due to my prolonged absence,
or, perhaps my days were ended there
and, no one would know.

On the shore of the river
I'm standing alone
When the boat arrives on the shore
Helmsman-free.

The boat is mine
not visible yet
But, thinking about it
seeing the future
that occurs in all scenes.

It flows by itself, however
one has to drive
so is it your own boat.

On the way forward
you have to go on your own
no more fatigue.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

Behold!
Who passes by?

Intricate imagination,
Lifeless thought,
Prolonged burden,
Sudden nightmare?

Someone tried to sing a choir
But, alone
In the middle of nowhere
Perhaps emptiness only surround.

Behold!
Who passes by?

Discarded waiting,
Slender hope,
Bitter expectation,
Tuneless descant?

Once in a life time
a beggar, found a holed dime.

He thought
what would he do with it?
He cannot buy a loaf of bread
or, even a small slice of meat.

As long as he thinks
All his ideas become stinks
and, finally he decided to throw it away,
He threw the holed coin in the quay.

He then realized,
Whatever you seek in life, you will not find.
Hence, it is better not to think about it
and, it will bring you the piece of mind.

Pedestrians are running with shortness of breath
No time to waste
Everyone is running for their task
That's why there is less time to talk.

Someone is walking fast
Someone walks slowly
Everyone is busy in the middle of work
Everyone is eating by working.

Someone from behind again
Gives a push on the back
Hey, walk faster
There is no excuse.

Thus the rushling and hustling
That's all going on throughout the path
Must reach the place of perform
There is no time to cease.

People chatters, smatters,
clatters, flatters-
and sometime hugs,
as fake as their smiles.

They dilute, salute,
pollute, elute-
and sometime thugs
as ingenuine as their personalities.

Being emotional, I sat down on the meadow
The heart carries with all the unspoken words.

Desired to catch the moon, no matter how it is
Being distracted, it seems like a nightmare.

Wanted to count all those glittering stars, with wide eyes in their range
The whole thing goes to waiting, waiting, and waiting.

Wanted to get down in the water, without knowing how to swim
Get drowned in deep abyss.

Wanted to sing a song, but couldn't understand the notation
At this hour, in amazement, the mind and soul were aroused.

"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.

The harp's tale sounds what a tune
That tune deepens inside the heart
Where did the thoughts go?

Whirling the mind
Here blows the hint of apathetic wind
Where are the thoughts?

The whole day got mixed in the dusk
The mind does not work in any way
That's how the time passes
With a pale breeze.

What to draw, where to put it
On the way, I see the emptiness
Time passes, no one is at any corner
That's why I am thinking, lost the key of my home.

Finding poetry writing materials-
It is as if the walls are surrounded by an unknown dream.

Before the end of the story of Konakchampa,
The fragrance of Yuthika, that floats in the air, leaving well.

Content seems not as comfortable as before,
Yet the heart is full with the joy of emotion.

Let's write about vivacity, passion, and radiance,
If not, something about unbroken spring-
In the midst of unhappiness, but likely to be of joy,
Let the words of the poem float, as it were everywhere.

Sitting still with emotion,
As time goes on, so does infinity.

However, it seems to be why,
To the hungry street child, white rice is more demanding.

Like it or not
you cannot ignore the truth,

Believe it or not
sooner or later
the truth will prevail.

But, the reality is that
till that time,
you may cease to exist.

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.

Today's work, will do it tomorrow
That can't be done anymore
Will give the happiness of this fortune to the other one
That cannot be changed.

Who be obligated as much as here
There is as much as one deserves
One will get as be worthy of
There is no alternative to that.

The provisions of the rules are written there
His reckoning is all fair
Now it's time to realize
One has to be patient.

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.

Marked in diameter and radius, the identity of the circle
Short-lived bubbles merge, the decay of receipt.

The enigma covered by the riddle is the path of life
Movement with wide open heart, but the desire fails.

Fallen hope in the long run, I think it is the oasis
Chest filled with a momentary happiness and hesitation, what a salvation.

Going to reach the desired goal, I see an asphodel
In the midst of shattered success, seems some hidden curse.

One question remains in the mind
Why come to the earth
What causes life, when you die?
Just float in the dream?

Time passes with the same thought
Morning-evening-night
Yet, the answer to the question is not found
As much as I think and do the ratio of numbers.

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.

Rajakini Randha is roaming alone
With her soft feet in silence-
Flowers are blooming in the garden
Gave chrysanthemum pendants in the ears.

Wearing a necklace of kanakachampa flowers around his neck
Red variety of oleander's bracelet is in her hand-
A bunch of Quisqualis indica is hanging in the hair
A swarm of golden jasmine is tied around the waist.

Inserted cypress vine in her coiffure
The fringe is full of mirabilis jalapa-
Yellow bells flowers are wrapped around her legs
Where does she go with her timid timid feet!

Moon of the sky says, I have the light
The flame of the soil made lamp says, I have the light!
The burning candle says, I have the light
The glowing neon lamp says, I have the light!
The star wakes up and says, I have the light
The torch shouts and says, I have the light!
Firefly coughs and  says, I have the light
The sun smiles and says, everyone stay well.

The caged bird has such a great pride,
He thinks the cage is a flowery garden.

In his anxious mind, he looks towards the sky-
He does not take other animal into count,
He sings whatever comes in his own mind.

Once someone forgot to close the cage door-
Out of the cage he feels very proud,
Tried to fly a little with the fragile wing in the air.

Nah, he could not fly at ease -
Also, no one care about it, as he did before towards them,
He fell into a bitter conflict.

Then, somehow coming back in the cage,
He closed the door himself.

Life is so easy to observe from the distance,
It is so intricate to feel from the adjacent.

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.

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.

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.

Beard yourself in the ordinary queue
Match yourself with their laughter and tears.

Devote yourself irrespective of religion and caste
Their problem is not to think of their own.

Try the best to solve their problems
Feel their pain in your heart.

Let the day come when the common people are happy
Let's dream on this day, let hope awaken in everyone's heart.

Is the dream finally broken?
Can not be deciphered, the writing of destiny!
Then, wandering towards the stark reality.

In purity of soul, remembering Him,
Determined determination.

In receiving the order,
No more pointless crossings.

What a lust called!
All are illusory, all are mortal,
When the day terminates, all will be covered in deep darkness.

No more the temptation of hypocrisy,
No more, inevitable bleeding of the heart,
O Indestructible!
Permeate my heart,
Unconditional return to You.