maharaj, eki saje ele..
মহারাজ, একি সাজে
your majesty, what poise.. you present.. in my soul..
at your feet millions of sun and stars.. bow with humility.
prejudice.. fails.. and falls..
this body.. strums like a musical instrument..
an amazing tingle flows.. with the impassioned breeze..
every blossom.. gathers at your feet.. in the forest..
with awestruck eyes.. I see nothing in the world..
other than.. the beauty unraveling.. in my heart..
he.. mor.. debata..
হে মোর দেবতা
My.. very.. own god, this life.. and soul.. you fostered..
what nectar.. do you drink from it..
You want a glimpse.. of your own world..
through my eyes.. precious poet,
as I listen.. with awe you are there,
heeding.. your own ballads by way.. of me..
Your innovation shapes my thought..
in manifold missives..
With this mingles your affection..
awakes ballads in me..
you view.. yourself affectionately..
while.. you make yourself.. present.. through me..
amra bedhechi kasher guccha
আমরা বেঁধেছি কাশের গুচ্ছ
we.. bunched Kaash.. strung necklaces.. with the Shefali..
brought blossoms of harvest for offering..
arrive autumn goddess.. riding clouds.. your transparent chariots..
through clear paths..
cleansed green dazzling-forests.. mountains..
arrive.. with floral regalia.. of white lotus.. drenched.. in fresh dew-drops..
across the Maloti.. sprinkled on the dust..
across the silent forests.. seated near the Ganges banks..
swans.. look for a place.. to fold their wings at your feet..
prompt some musical murmur..with your golden lute..
mellow sighs..
smiling ballads.. will melt.. through momentary tears..
often.. trinkets glitter on your braid..
momentarily.. let the somber ballad soften thoughts..
all thoughts.. turn peaceful.. all darkness.. turn towards light..
