তুমি মোর পাও নাই পরিচয়
Tumi mor pao nai porichoy
You haven't fathomed me.
The soul you seem to know,
Is a mere picture, a fleeting shadow.
You have laced her with your wreathe
But the buds gradually dwindle.
This is an image
That the sunshine is afraid to touch,
That the drift can not caress.
Let sorrow approach you with luminance
Let it offer it's blazing blessings.
Let death crouch in softly
And majestically reveal all.
Ending all defeat.