kotobaro bhebechhinu...

A million times have I thought... without thinking... I'll let my heart flow... without her feet sinking...
The goddess that she is though a human being... how can I talk to her of love... the silly thing...


with her thoughts in mind, trying to stay far,
rest of my life in undisclosed pain, worshiping her...
letting no one know...
my moist eyes... not letting that show...
and if she comes and asks me why... oh of my love, how can I deny...

I will keep thinking... may be another million time...


(Thanks to Tagore)

anubaad ey...

"Jodi thaakto amar sworgiyo jomkaalo galicha... tatey sonali aar rupali jhikimiki... abchhaya kaalo ba nilaabho... din raat ba shondhyer mayamakha... gaalicha khani petey ditaam tomaar paayer toley...
kintu hai... nehat ee fokeer aami... galicha to nei, e chokhey aachhey shudhu shwopno... tai bichhiye dilaam tomaar paayer nichey... saabdhaney pa felo... tumi amar swopno maariye cholo..."


Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

-- William Butler Yeats