I will quell your pain with more pain

দুঃখ দিয়ে মেটাব দুঃখ তোমার
dukkho diye metabo dukkho tomaar

I will quell your pain with more pain
I will bathe you in the deep waters of enduring ache
I will burn to ashes my home and hearth
Purify the ash and grit of worldly attachment

I will offer at your feet the ultimate pain of annihilation

The flower.. murmers..

 ফুল বলে, ধন্য আমি
(phul bale.. dhanya ami)

The flower.. murmurs..

I am.. blessed I was born on the earth.. 

god.. in this humble home.. I pray to you..

Help me forget..

I was birthed.. on the dust..

My heart.. is not soiled..

Lean down.. from heaven..take a look..

see.. my blossoms.. thrill.. and throb..

Lend.. me your smallest.. touch..

Bless.. this darling of the dust,

A salute.. to you.. from mother.. earth..

There is thirst in my eyes

চক্ষে আমার তৃষ্ণা 
Chokkhe amar trishna
Audio: Hemanta Mukherjee

There is thirst in my eyes, in my heart
I am a rainless summer's day
seething with heat

Sultry winds have summoned storms
guiding my mind away
to touch the heavenly void
My scarf glides away.

The flower that lit up the garden
has turned black with heat.

Who fetters the mountain-spring
trapped in frozen rocks
at the summit of sorrow?