Rain showers like the drum-beat..

jharjhara borishe
ঝরঝর বরিষে বারিধারা।

Rain showers like the 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 
হে মোর দেবতা, ভরিয়া এ দেহ প্রাণ

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
as you make yourself available.. to me..

We bunched together Kaash

(amra bedhechhi kasher guchchha)

আমরা বেঁধেছি কাশের গুচ্ছ

We bunched together Kaash and made necklaces with the Shefali

brought blossoms of harvest for offering..

Do arrive Autumn goddess in clouds as though transparent chariots,

clear paths,

cleansed green dazzling-forests and 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 shall melt through brief tears..

often trinkets glitter on your braid

Momentarily let the somber ballad soften thoughts--

All thoughts.. turn peaceful.. all darkness.. turn towards light..

Where trophies are bestowed in the universe

(jethay tomar lut hatechhe)
যেথায় তোমার লুট হতেছে ভুবনে

Where trophies are bestowed in the universe

How can my conscious mind reach 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 reach you there.

With ever new fresh aliveness you unfold, 

Will I never be asked to join you there through my life?.