I supported you
for not that I loved you
that much,
but, because I did not want
to be alone-

I do not pretend
to be fair by myself
due to many factors,
but, the foremost was
the respect between two souls.

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 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 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.

O rio corre através do mar
Ora reto, ora dobrado
Não sabe por onde parar.

Na estação chuvosa fica inundada
Este lado, esse lado, ambos os lados ficam inundados
Leva tudo o que encontra na frente.

Aldeia de carros alegóricos, aldeias
Vai para baixo
Quanto do caminho e da área.

No verão, torna-se fino
Algumas rotas se tornam inacessíveis
O rio é único na era de quebrar e fazer
Então, nas páginas da vida
Observações pendentes.

The river flows through the sea
Sometimes straight, sometimes bent
Does not know where to stop.

In the rainy season becomes inundated
This side, that side, both sides become flooded
Takes everything that it finds in front.

Flood floats village, villages
Goes down
How much of the way and area.

In summer it becomes thin
Some routes become inaccessible
The river is unique in the era of breaking and making
So on the pages of life
Remarks outstanding.

This side breaks, the other side builds
This is the game of the river.
In this game of breaking down and building
Running the life along within the days.

Those who live by the river
The world of many sacrifices is theirs.
Yet they fight
In this range of life.

In tune with the river
This is the game of life and death.
And, this game of breaking down and construction
Is running timeless.

La rivière coule à travers la mer
Parfois droit, parfois courbé
Ne sait pas où s'arrêter.

En saison des pluies devient inondé
Ce côté, autre côté, les deux côtés sont inondés
Prend tout ce qu'il trouve devant.

Village des inondations
Diminue
Combien de chemin et de région.

En été il devient maigre
Certains itinéraires deviennent inaccessibles
La rivière est unique à l’ère des ruptures
Donc sur les pages de la vie
Remarques en suspens.

Unnecessarily driving the car fast
is not desirable
The dangers that might come from the front, from the back
Fear is in every step.

If we do not obey the traffic laws
And keep driving
Any time
There may be a big accident.

Driving unfit cars on the street
is a big crime
So why, bet on the life
Why taking slander.

Be steady, drive nicely
Run our car
Safely and without anxiety
Let us return to the home safe.

The forest cried out loudly- says, O mankind!
Silently, in secret, I remain. Is it wrong?

With shade, with fruit, I try to make you happy-
I wish, let it be filled with enchanted environment.

However, at any chance, being severed-
In your actions, always remain frightened.

Gush, when will you have a little bit of moderate knowledge?
That day presumably will be our salvation.

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.

Suddenly, the sarengi rose to a certain tune,
The heart woke up and looks towards far away.

The homeless mind lost its way in an unknown direction,
However, extended the hand saying that it would be time to leave.

What else does it take to tie the wire apart from the binding,
Perhaps, there was a dry bouquet on the open window.

What will happen if the tomorrow remains to be recognized,
Though trying to make up for those lost old days.

Shine..
Shine like the morning sun
Shine like the dazzling meadows
Shine like the autumn catkin
Shine like the spring Delonix regia
Shine like the evening star
Shine like the full moon
Shine…

Perhaps, it is the reflection
of a soundless dream,
or, may be the perception
of a reality
or, could be the deception
of a dementia.

Sometimes, it is the perfection
of an ignorance,
or, would be the illusion
of an inertia
or, might be the delusion
of an eroded idea.

Smile, a little
or bray, cachinnate,
cackle, chortle, chuckle, or giggle.

You can have a reward smile
or, perhaps an affiliative smile
could be a dominance smile
even the lying smile
Could be the wistful smile
Conceivably the polite smile
Possibly the flirtatious smile
or, perchance the embarrassed smile.

Does not matter!

As long as you smile with your untainted heart,
that's matters the most.

Therefore, smile
By reflecting your unsullied heart.

Who summoned me
With that word of aspiration,
Looking for her
In this diminutive range-
I don't remember though
Her face.

Still walking in hope
As if absolutely motionless,
Which has no end
Just think so always-
Will I be able to see her again
Someday, someday...

Sometime, some period, some days, some months, some years,
Some eras, some centuries, some millennia-
Everything is limited to that "something".

And that is the smallest part of the eternal universe,
It is only a part of what is being described.

Invisible to the idea, there is no "anything",
Even if I leave, it does not leave me.

Life revolves around this "something",
All wanderings are limited to this "something".

Although this "something" refers only to something,
Yet the scope of this "something" is not known,
Receiving of "something" not to be known too,
Finally,  everything ends within this "something".

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.

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.

Southern wind, Southern wind
Take me with you
I want to go
At the bend of that village
Where my heart has fallen.

I fell in love with
the golden paddy field
I fell in love with
the pond side surrounded by water lilies
I fell in love with
the moonlight wet playground
I fell in love with
the colorful village market.

When the sun goes down
Grandmothers start their stories
Fireflies burn in the bamboo garden
The jute field yields gold
Seeing this beautiful panorama
My heart exhaled.

Southern wind, Southern wind
Take me with you
I want to go
At the bend of that village
Where my heart has fallen.

Stories, never lies
stories, never dies
stories, never go in vain
stories, sometimes written in pain.

Stories, could be right or wrong
stories, make us weak or strong
stories, from future or past
stories, do not rot in dust.

Stories, some are really significant
stories, keep us near from distant
stories, make us strong and brave
stories, do not end in a grave.

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.

The stream silently laughs,
O floating cloud,
You are stunned
You have become stale.

Where did the hectic bustle go
Where the noise,
Sitting in the far corner of the sky
What a feeling you have!

Meanwhile, look
Towards me,
Everyone is drowning and swimming
With pleasing minds.

Cluster of clouds said,
“Hey water stream-
Without me,
You are such a wretch”.

Dressed today in the south wind
Flowers of the remote island-
Full moon night glazed to the tune of Madhabi flower
Where did flute play?

Blowed where on a river bank
The flute of sadness,
Who woke up in the shade of Mahogany tree
With enchanted smile.

Halfly asleeped shy creeper
Still not opened her eyes,
Where the slow flowing river flows
Keeping her current behind.

The dream is awake in the moon light night
On the branch, where the dove is sleeping,
Floating in the imaginary world
Who calls with the elapsed melody.

In the heat of summer,
The cuckoo sits on the branch and calls-
"Eyes gone", "Eyes gone"
In this heat, life is terrifying-
Realizing this, the wayfarer decided to leave home.

How the branches of the tree are stunted-
There is no wind,
Lazily, the shepherd gave the body to relax,
In the shade of a tree, holding his flute-
This summer, the scene seems to be chirping.

Couldn't bear the heatstroke, though
The beggar is returning door to door-
The bored bard seeks to find peace in cloudless sky
Lean body, walking on the edge of an unknown village.

Dry day lean on the lap of evening
Forget the weariness in the touch of late night dream.

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.

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.

Burning the candle light of the heart
Do not remain sitting over there
Open the door of the soul
And go out.

No matter the boundaries far beyond
Let the life be full of pain
Widening on new wings
Do not get defeated.

Let the old path remain there
Build a new one and lead through that path
Open the door to the courtyard
And never look back.

Who showed me
The stream of light
I'm overwhelmed, I'm fascinated
I am inundated with joy.

Who reads out
The message to advent
Moved all my decrepitude
As much tiredness as was removed.

When I wake up, I find
The inspiration for survival
My heart is filled
With a new consciousness.

You have ignited at this time
What a light of hope
Forwarding towards the front again
And, it feels enormous.

The sun and the shade are playing
Seems, it's going to be a good day.

The thick cloud enclave the sky
The earth wants the sun again.

Look like it is raining
But, where is it lost?

Reckon, what is the message from the rainy season
It does not have any work for two months.

Nature is making fun
The environment is being fried.

Rain somewhere, drought somewhere
That's how days on the planet goes.

Dies ist ein herrlicher Tag
Dies ist ein Tag des Sieges
Ein Tag voller Erfolge.

Tage sind in die Ewigkeit gekommen
Zu irgendeiner Nation
Unvergessliche Erinnerungen
Zu den Leuten.

Dies ist ein Festivaltag
Dies ist ein glücklicher Tag
Dies ist ein Tag des Fühlens.

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Quando o tempo passou
Antes que qualquer coisa possa ser encontrada
Quando o alvo é perdido
Antes de encontrar o caminho certo, ao mesmo tempo.

Presente e inexistente
Junções estão a caminho
As idéias ficam cinza
Não entendido de forma alguma.

Em um dos momentos
Saia do caminho novamente
O que acontece quando ninguém sabe
Atravessando esse caminho em vão.

"Shining doesn't make something gold"
The cuckoo never lay their eggs at the crow's house.

Coal dirt cannot be washed away using water
Knowledge never been forgotten.

It never feels good to forget something special
In the shadowy existence there is no hope of life.

However, the entire life is spent at the seashore
The account book of life never matches.

The jeweler only knows what is the pure gold
There are only a few conscientious people in the society.

There are many twists and turns in the way of life
Even, someone is calling again to move forward.

At the Ferry quay, he sells green coconuts
A handsome looking boy
He didn't listen to anyone
Used to jump in the moving ferry
Every time, he has been warned
By many ferry drivers.

He didn't know what to fear
But, one day he fell down
While the ferry was moving
Extreme prices have to be paid
One day
It was a bit little late.

The boy falls under the ferry
Lost his fresh lived life
Just in a few moments
All vanished away from eyes.

Mother cries alone along the riverside
With pain in the chest.

The whole world stopped suddenly.
In some unknown fear-
The hullabaloo has stopped,
Movement has stopped
Exuberance has stopped.

Unknowingly
or of it’s own accord,
In a familiar yet unfamiliar world
Limited stroll -
Towards the wearied sky
Back to casual looking.

Where are you, family?
Respond!
Because the mind is very uncluttered,
A little conversation with relatives,
Or a bit of looking, whether it floats in the ether.
Even if only for a moment
All activities have stopped.

Perhaps
All will begin again,
The commotion will begin again,
Movement will begin again.
Exuberance will begin again.
But what does it indicate,
Is this the end of the beginning?
Or the beginning of the end?

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.

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)

Anything there is worn out, torn apart
As much as there is, unlucky
Delete, in this new dawn
Wash your mind, with sunshine.

Oh human, promise now
As long as you remain in this earth
Will be motivated in human service
Be it spring, winter, monsoon, or drought.

Remain devoted to humanity
By taking this promise
Promote humanity
No one can be despised.

Hey, extend the hand of harmony
Around allover the society
Be reputed in action
Cheers spread in all corners.

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.

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.

Ask the wind that stopped-
Why are you stalling?
I can not be overwhelmed as before
It is the pollution at the source.

Ask the tree which is trending downwards -
How this has happened to you?
She answered, as she is ill,
In the absence of water I am in the big trouble
This is how we remain alive.

Ask the fountain that is flowing lifeless,
Why you do not flow like before?
I'm in great trouble being harmed by the environment
No one shows any sympathy.

Let's talk about the slow-moving river-
Where are your excited waves?
Due to lack of navigability, I am dry now
There is no one to see it.

Ask the bird sitting in the shade -
Why are you so depressed
The canals are all filled up
Can not get food properly when I am hungry.

I ask the dusk on the horizon-
Why do not have gold color as before?
The world's back is gray now
Cannot get immersed in the boundaries.

Ask the people who are half awake
This is the way the world should run?

To protect the environment around the world
Everyone should be gathered together and claim.

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.

We came alone, we will go alone
Keep that in mind
It will not come to work
Whatever we have so many friends and relatives.

On the way to come, on the way to go
All the work that we have done
Everything has to be accounted for
Understand that today.

This word in the mind
It's better to keep
On the way of path of coming and going
Let us ignite the light of knowledge.

Seeing the sadness, the happiness go in seclusion
In the throes of life, in a cowardly manner, escape towards the back.

Who understands who’s pain, everything is in vain
However, encouraged by the moment, walk towards the facade.

Time-obsessed activities, put in the heart’s confinement
Chest torn in the convergence of consciousness, how to summon someone.

Who knows why the intention is not fulfilled, alas in this world
Whoever remains at very near, just goes away, goes away.

It is like surrendering to the life without any utterance
Deep in the heart surrounded by illusion, upholding the mirror of consciousness.

The mist-
Could be a cloud of water droplets
Does not shine
But floats in the air.

Suspended above the sky-
Sometimes near or far away
But not too far
Not above the seventh sphere.

Limits the visibility-
One can feel it
One can visualize it.
But no one can touch it!

Innocent super monstrous empty smile,
That smile is so insidious-
The meaning of which I couldn't find till today,
And it's alike, when did it become stale?

Earthly or death,
Never had time to think about it-
On the perimeter of the dry oasis,
Aimless movement still.

In dark-encrusted salt water, non-invasive transmission
It is as if in a lifeless body, the origin of the heart.

What is memory loss?
I see the crowd of queues,
Or family of migratory birds
Find their nest in the twilight.

Alas, the stagnant past,
Fell into utter darkness.
The heart is pounding,
Opening the closed door.

Alas, the starving past,
Ability is very limited.
The policy is worn out,
Thin and lean in half bed.

Alas, the unspoken past,
Written with an unclear mind.
From a lonely God,
Avatar of deviation.

Alas, the faded past,
The attainment is inlaid.
Deluded with situation comedies,
Worn out in childishness.

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.