O great river of world
O great river
O great river,
Invisible silent then water
Uninterrupted uninterrupted
Gone indefinitely.
Vibration is zero in the city then Rudra is bodyless speed;
The objectless flow is severely affected
Bunch of material wakes up;
Krandasi cried in the clouds.
The intensity of the light is scattered in the spectrum
To be in the rushing darkness;
Dies in a whirlwind
Level by level
As much as the sun and the moon
Like bubbles.
O Bhairavi, O Bairagini,
The melody that goes missing is your melody,
Soundless melody.
Endless distance
What gives you constant response.
He is always in destructive love so you are homeless.
Crazy she-abhisare
Then in the chest
It takes a lot of swinging and spreading
Star gem;
Darkness flies in the air;
Swaying electric pendants;
The region is anxious
In the grass trembling,
Bipin Bipin in the restless Pallabapunj;
Flowers fall repeatedly
Jasmine Champa Bakul Parul
On the way
To be the plate of your season.
Just run, just run, just run fast
Reckless disappearance;
Don't go back,
Leave everything in your hands.
Do not collect anything, do not save;
No grief, no fear,
Patheya freely in the joy of the path of decay.
The moment you are full, there is nothing in that moment,
So are you
Holy always.
The dust of the world at your feet
Forget the filth
Palke Palke--
Death became life and sparkled.
If you are in the moment
Tired
Wait a minute,
Then the flash
The world will rise up on the mountain of mass objects;
Crippled mute deaf blind
Thick terrible barrier
Everyone will stand in the way;
The smallest atom weighs you
In the immovable disorder of savings
Will pierce the heart of the sky
In the pain of filth.
Ogo Nati, Chanchal Apsari,
Invisible beauty
Then Nrityamandakini is always raining
Let's clean up
The life of the world in the bath of death.
Finally, the whole sky is developing in pure blue.
Oh poet, you are upset today
This is the world.
Unnecessary walking of unnoticed feet.
I hear the footsteps of your movement in the pulse,
Your chest is not up.
No one knows
Today the waves of the sea dance in your blood,
Today the trembling of the forest trembles;
I remember that today--
I have come from age to age,
Skhlia Skhlia
Silently
From form to form
From soul to soul.
In the morning in the night
Whatever I got in hand
I have come to give away decay,
Look at him, that current has flowed,
The boat is trembling.
The arrow saves your savings পড়ে on the shore,
Back to Takas.
Word of mouth
Nick pulls you
In the mainstream
To be the noise of the back
In the abysmal darkness - in the abysmal light.
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