The sky has kept your space

আকাশে তোর তেমনি আছে ছুটি
akashe tor temni aachhey chhuti

The sky has kept your space
Let your wings no more laze

O little bird,
Beneath the dense foliage
Your nest entices and entraps
The night makes a false claim
Of never loosening it’s grip

Do you not know in which hope
You sing out in the daze of sleep
In the heart of dawn’s darkness
The hope of light plays a deep melody
The hope of light cannot stay hidden
It unfastens the fetters of the cinched bud