rain showers.. like drum-beat..

jharjhara borishe
ঝরঝর বরিষে বারিধারা।

rain showers.. like drum-beat..
what shall become of the wayfarer.. the sluggish.. the homeless..
the wind.. laments, calls out.. in this deserted.. boundless.. land..
as the night.. darkens..
the restless.. Yamuna** gurgles nervous.. unseen its riverbanks.. shrouded in the dark..
dense clouds.. clap deeply
the edgy girl.. caught by surprise..
there are no moon.. or stars.. to be seen..

Yamuna**.. the second-largest tributary river.. in India.. Called Brahmaputra**.. and in the lower course Jamuna** ..in Bangladesh..

your majesty..what poise.. you present..

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..

My very own god,

he mor debata..

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..

where trophies are bestowed..

jethay tomar loot hateche..
যেথায় তোমার লুট হতেছে ভুবনে

where trophies are bestowed in the universe..
how.. can my conscious mind.. find you there?..
in golden pots.. the sun.. and stars.. scoop up light showers..
infinite.. life.. extends throughout the sky..
at your seat.. as the giver..
how can my.. conscious mind.. find you there..
with ever new.. vivacity you unfold..
will I never be asked to join you there through my life?..

we bunched Kaash..

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..

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..

wake..awake.. song..of..mine..

 jag jag re jag sangit..
জাগ' জাগ' রে জাগ' সঙ্গীত..

wake.. awake.. song.. of mine.. make aura.. in my thoughts..
deepen joy.. flicker rays.. of your love.. in my heart..
free the thrall.. of lyrical notes and let them travel.. the world..
let them launch a note.. of joy.. to the sky.. and stars..
make the tempo.. string the necklace around kindred hearts..
fill the sky.. with grand ballads.. in this epic.. celebration..