Bonolota Sen

For thousands of years I have walked the path of the earth,

Further away from the Sinhala Sea is the Dark Malay Sea

I've been around a lot; In the gray world of Ashoka of Bhimsa

I was there; Further away in the dark Vidarbha city;

I am one of the weary souls, the sea of ​​life around me,

Bonalata Sen of Natore gave me peace of mind.

The hair is the nightmare of his dark side,

The face is the artwork of his Sravasti; Far from the sea

The sailor that broke the hull lost direction

When he sees the land of green grass inside the Cinnamon Island,

That's how I saw it in the dark; He said, "Where have you been all this time?"

Natore's Banalata Sen, looking up like a bird's nest.

Like the sound of dew at the end of all days

Evening comes; The kite removes the smell of the sun from the wings;

When all the colors of the world are removed, the manuscript is arranged,

Then the color of the firefly flickered in the story.

All the birds come home - all the rivers; All the transactions of A-life in Fura;

There is only darkness, the savagery of sitting face to face.