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..