My life.. meets.. fruition..

সার্থক জনম আমার
(sarthak janam amar)

My life.. meets.. fruition..
My motherland..
having born.. to your soil..
Fulfilled am I..
having loved you..

What do I care..
That you are not wealthy.. like a queen..
This I know..
my limbs.. replenish..
beneath your soothing shades..

Where could I find..
The aroma of flowers..
Such that offers.. exquisite bliss..
Where could I gaze at the moonbeam..
Such that lightens.. my soul..

From your heavens.. streamed down..
The first..sunlight..
caressed me.. when I arrived..
The same light.. will peacefully.. put me to sleep..
When.. I depart..