25 Baishakh kobita

 Baishakh on the twenty-fifth

 Night is dawn.

 Today is my day

 Birthday memoirs,

 Morning sunshine

 Bring it by hand

 He came to the door and called

 Baishakh on the twenty-fifth.

 Crimson sun on the horizon;

 The faint shadow of the forest is like a depressed Bhairabi.

 In the combined marble of shawl-palm-head

 Disrupts the forest meditation.

 Blood vessels in a dry field,

 As if the line of tilak is on the generous forehead of the monk.

 This day year after year

 Nana returns in disguise.

 Atamr responds moment by moment to the forest of Amr,

 Stirring a bunch of young palms,

 In the middle of the day, suddenly chasing dry leaves,

 Never with or without you

 In the drunken clouds of Kalbaishakhi

 At uninterrupted speed.

 And he comes alone

 Beside me

 My life is on the yellow floor

 Handmade gifts:

 Sapphire sky dish,

 After ‘Tari’ is the cup of exuberant goodness of the world.

 This day came this morning

 With the conch of the eternal sea in hand,

 His voice is loud

 Frequently in my bosom.

 Birth and death

 The zigzag-circle gave life a girth,

 He met today.

 White light

 It is like the flute of tomorrow

 Fill the empty heart.

 In the infinite music of light

 My heart is pounding in the melody.

 Uday-dikprant-tale down

 Laugh calmly

 Today in my ears this day,

 ‘Amlan is new in the midst of innumerable

 One day you came

 This is Nikhil

 The smell of nectar,

 Saptaparna-Pallab's Pabanhillol-Dol-Chhande,

 In the green chest,

 In front of Nilima's eyes.

 The new you,

 I kiss your forehead

 I came to wake up

 In the bright morning of Boishakh.

 ‘Hey new,

 Direction: The first auspicious moment of Arab birth.

 Overwhelmed by the wire today

 Dusty dilapidated foliage in the blink of an eye.

 Remember, O young man,

 Your first birthday

 Perishable:

 Such as the first birth every step of the way;

 The waves rise like the Indus

 Right away

 In the first life.

 O new one,

 However, the awakening

 Hutashan glowing from ashes.

 ‘Hey new,

 Let your revelation be a revelation

 Like the sun.

 Hold the flag of spring

 In the empty branch, Kislay gives forest at the moment:

 Like that, O new,

 Pierce the chest of emptiness and open it to you.

 Let the victory of life be expressed,

 May the indefatigable wonder of eternity be expressed among you. '

 That white conch rings at dawn.

 In my heart

 Call the ever-new

 Baishakh on the twenty-fifth.