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?.

You walk where the humble live

(jethay thake sabar adham)
যেথায় থাকে সবার অধম দীনের হতে দীন 

You walk where the humble live

ones that came last, stood low, lost nearly everything..

I, as I salute you realize my salutations stop short
Failing to recognize the abuse you lived with among

ones that came last, stood low, lost nearly everything..

There isn't prejudice in your neighborhood 

Where you live ill-dressed with 

ones that came last, stood low, lost nearly everything..

I look for you in the company of the rich, the famous,
My heart can not touch the humility

as you stand shoulder-to-shoulder with 

ones  that came last, stood low, lost nearly everything..

Please the faithful deeds

(sarthak karo sadhan santwan karo.)

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..

(bujhechhi ki bujhi nai.)
বুঝেছি কি বুঝি নাই বা সে তর্কে কাজ নাই

Have I known or haven't I..
I shall not contend.. along these lines.
Whatever it was made me happy.. 
is all I have to share.

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 can heed 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.