At the end of the horizon is the dense Banani – the glow of evergreen
On the snowy crown of Giri Sringa – shining beauty.
Udasi Baul in Ektar’s hand – Bairagi Jhola on his shoulder
In the neck of Bhavani in Dush Daman – Nar Munder Mala.
In the middle of the pond full of shaluke – the buzzing of bees
In the bird’s nest in the evening – chirping and stirring.
The shepherds return with sticks on their shoulders – twilight twilight
Nature mingles with dusk – the game of red Abir.
A broken raft of a misguided sailor – a tall lamp house
A message of hope in the sea of jewels – let the storm blow.
On the grassy bosom in the frosty air – The morning dew drop
A white pearl on the breast of an oyster – Indus full of treasures.
In the night of divination in the leaves – golden fountains flow
The boys play with the playhouse – that’s the loss of self.
At the pull of the stick on the chest of the violin – a melody that plays
The star-studded sky Ganges – it does not seem far.
Firm muscle full of youth – has blazing speed
Take everything unsparingly – it will seem like great love.
I want to present all the best to you
Bored I am tired – there is no one but you.