The raga you hear at night,
Can hear it in the winter sunshine.
Close your eyes, standing, you will see everything.
Suppressing the sounds of a hawker or helicopter
the inside of you will wake up
A shadow of hope or pain.
You will understand who walks past you
wet skinned walks like a reptile
who else is with you
Appears as the Oasis in the desert.
Hope in life is the same coin's back and forth.
Don't think where you'll go,
Just keep going wherever both eyes take you.
Your going is coming and coming is going.
So where did you go and where did you come,
Nothing matters in this practice.
One day a person has to unreel and
Roll up the distance of the thread, only then, s/he can fly like a kite in the blue sky.
At the end, the thread is torn for the purpose of kite's fall.
You want to catch the kite, make it yours.
- Translated by Shromona Hossain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem