We roam, with your plaintive.. song..

দেশে দেশে ভ্রমি তব দুখ গান গাহিয়ে
(deshe deshe bhrami taba)

We roam, with your plaintive.. song..
Cities.. spaces, woods.. we walk..
Weeping.. people weep.. along
Heartache.. softens.. the icy-rock..

Thousand-hearts.. come aflame..
Thousand-voices.. are flaming teardrops..
the eyes blazing.. thunder booms..
People.. are dumbstruck.. with fear..

I've no brother.. or kindred.. soul..
You alone.. I hold as near..
You're my Mother..and Father too..
All my world.. I find so dear..

When you cry, I weep.. with you..
Can make others.. as tearful, too..
I live.. die.. gladly so..
To lay.. my life.. down.. for you..

         
(23.03.2018)

who turns her face in tears?..

কে এসে যায় ফিরে ফিরে..
ke.. ese jay phire phire 

who turns her face in tears?..
whose gaze.. has longing dreams..?
we.. dash her hopes.. with fears..
my mother she is.. it seems..

whose words.. resound.. so sweet..
but.. we do not heed?..
we ducked.. her living speech..
my mother she is.. indeed..

who held us.. in her love..
but now.. she is bygone?..
forgotten.. by her son..
she is Mother.. everyone..

who lived in a humble hut?..
who fed us sacred grace?..
we forgot.. her kindness.. but..
she is Mother.. in her place..

I sit alone.. at the pier.. unmindful..

ঘাটে বসে আছি আনমনা
ghaate boshe aachhi aanmona

I sit alone.. at the pier.. unmindful..
Time and tide pass me by
I will not set sail in the winds..
That do not take me towards you..

The day goes by, the sun goes down..
In the darkness of the night..
A hundred fears shroud the ten directions..
I have not found a place to call home..
Yet my heart.. is restless to set out..
I do not know.. the way to where the pole star shines..

I have sailed.. my boat.. for such a long way..
So many a time on the brink of being sunk..
That I have lost hope on the course I sail..

My boat.. is tethered to the shore.. with countless ropes..
When will you untie them, I so want to set afloat..
When will the all-embracing winds.. from the wide unknown..
Caress and soothe.. my burning need..
When will I hear.. in a roaring rumble..
The melody.. from across the oceans..