who.. is it that.. beckons..

কে রে ওই ডাকিছে
ke re oi dakichhe

who is it that beckons.. with an affectionate call..
her voice.. resonating throughout the world..
come one, come all, come let's go..

so.. the birds.. sing in joy..
suffusing dawn.. with sweet melody..
why then.. this sorrow,
why the tears in your eyes..

why curl up in distress,
why bereft of joy..

let's.. go.. and fulfil.. our hopes..

euphoria.. in my body..

গায়ে আমার পুলক লাগে
gaaye amar pulak laage

euphoria .. in my body..
wine, .. in my eyes..
my heart .. tied with.. 

a red.. ribbon..

below the sky.. now..
in the water .. land .. flowers .. fruits..
you spread.. me my.. love..
           
what game is this with you now..
can't tell.. if I really.. found.. out..

joy.. wants to feign.. tears..
serene.. separation..
makes.. the sun.. rise..

as.. the day.. ends..

দিন যদি হল অবসান
din.. jodi holo

as.. the day.. ends..
listen.. to the call..
from deeper.. chambers..
of your world..

see.. how.. the good night..
fires candles.. to celebrate..

at the brink of your earth..
sing.. a song.. of thanks..

calm your heart..
spent with noise.. and haste..

even.. if you miss.. the sight..
you can bare.. your heart..
the dark.. will be the touch..
the dark.. will bring the joy..

       

perhaps..i know..

তুমি যে আমারে চাও আমি সে জানি
tumi.. je amare.. 
perhaps.. i know.. that you long.. for me..
perhaps.. i see.. why you make me cry,
in the sun.. in the night..
perhaps i perceive.. why you screen your face..
through many.. tasks.. all.. day.. perhaps.. i.. know..
why.. you dress.. up differently
why.. you make.. mixed melodies..
when the ferrying.. is all.. over..
perhaps.. i see.. where.. you leave to..
in.. your sunset-boat..

   

you are so.. rich ..

অসীম ধন তো আছে

ashim dhan to achhe..
you are so.. rich..
yet.. here.. you are
unhappy.. before you receive..
the gold.. back.. from me..
in little.. bites..
you gave me a full.. bag..
now.. here.. you are
calling.. me..
since I.. shut down..
you want.. to be the beggar..
you want.. my heart..
your antic.. tickles the world..
you will step off high.. ground.
walk with me.. on the dust..
till.. death.. do.. us part..