you walk.. where the humble.. live..

jethay thake sabar adham
যেথায় থাকে সবার অধম দীনের হতে দীন

you walk.. where the humble.. live..

those.. that came last.. stood low.. lost.. nearly everything..
as I salute you.. I.. realize.. my salutations stop short..

failing to recognize the abuse.. you lived with..

with those.. that came last.. stood low.. lost.. nearly everything..
there isn't prejudice.. in your neighborhood.. 

where.. you live.. ill-dressed.. with the ones.. 

with those..that came last.. stood low.. lost.. nearly everything..
i look for you.. in the company.. of the rich.. the famous..

my heart.. can't touch.. the humility you share..

standing in solidarity with the ones.. 

that came last.. stood low.. lost.. nearly everything..

please the faithful deeds..

sarthak karo.. sadhan.. 
সার্থক কর’ সাধন

please.. the faithful deeds..
quench.. the earth's yearning..
life-giving force.. quench all lack..
with your abiding rich.. benevolence.
let the flowers.. flourish..
fashion.. the Magnolia-vines.. with floral offering..
tailor.. their ballads.. into lovely silent prayers..
with your abiding rich.. benevolence..
with your quiet.. stride..
turn the grains.. of forest-dust..
soft-green..
melt.. the hidden chill..
with your abiding rich.. benevolence..

Have I known.. or haven't I..

bujhechi ki bujhi nai..
বুঝেছি কি বুঝি নাই বা সে তর্কে কাজ নাই

have i known.. or haven't i..
i shall not contend.. along those lines.
whatever it was.. made me happy.. 
in the day-break.. everything.. looks reborn..
as if i face.. a timeless being.. i don't recognize..
as i busy.. myself.. with regular chores..
i listen to murmuring ballads.. 
they offer me.. with a mellow distraction..
somewhere within..
i am not sure.. when a footfall happens..
it is a discovery..