এরে ভিখারি সাজায়ে কী রঙ্গ তুমি করিলে
Ere bhikhari shajaye (video link)
I wonder why you teasingly
Make a vagrant out of her;
Even the the sky laughs at your stunt.
She potters on her path, seeking charitable doors,
She safeguards her coins, painstakingly.
And then you raid her last sponged penny.
She could just be an endless bankrupt,
She could live, and die like that.
And then she approaches your majesty,
Asking charity with much trepidation.
In her disbelief, you give her half your throne,
You hand over the gem of your heart.