Naior Six Poem by Farid Ahmed Dulal

When you're Sabitree, I turn out to be incomparable Satyaban,
Even King of Death can not separate the hearts of lovers
The bride your're Behulsa Sundari, I'm the son of the moon
Chandan Nagar belongs to me, emarald birth place like Brindaban
The Exquisite beauty snatch out her husband from the King of Death
You inebriate Indra's Home crossed seven-seas, Behula, daughter of Lotus
In the flower-chariot of Ravana you go to Naior with great detest
Dubious Sita in the society, after the conquer of Lanka by Sri Ram Chandra

Sita goes to Lanka as Naior, as goes Behula in Indra's palace
They were not freed from their captivity in an wink of the eyes
If you think of Naior as thread-less kite
In the eagerness to stay close, as the saucer is kept on the serving table
You think of life as battle field, or a path strewn with thorns
The name of Krishna in the lips of Radhika, you only stay in my heart.

Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman