Let this sunshine, which lightens my face
Be transferred upon another
Let the grudges of secrecy
Take a feline plunge, and hover
The many pieces of my existence
Take wrinkled strolls along the river-bends
Only to meditate, and unite
Echoing the hopeful trends
Here, the crops just sown
Challenge the heights of the sky
The swarming colours, here, untie
Themselves to move to a new high
And, the cooing of the rail engine
Numbs all senses, and distance akin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Translated from the original in Bengali by Tapas Ray