I looked at many faces intently, deeply,
Those who succeed, in the state of society and in civilization;
They are all over the planet Earth
Many legends, star dreams after being
caught in their huge hands; Golden
Amal, full of light, fills the surroundings of
Bengal with tens of horizons
Beauty; Intimate relations of blood are ubiquitous,
the molten glaciers of the moon are silent
Beauty gradually touches in the form of the giant Madhavi;
Amal builds on his fingers
There are works of art transformed into radiant silence;
Huge disorganized mourners
The message spreads in the heart of
boundless feeling in the aura of clouds
Saurabh in soft body; All the happiness in the world is under
him in the softness of the dew,
At the moment their senses merge into the soft music
that trembles with full lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem