No one spoke, thirty-three years passed, no one spoke
As a child, Bostumi suddenly stopped singing his arrival song
On the twelfth day of Shukla, Antratuku will be heard
Then how many lunar new moons passed, but that bostumi
And Elona
I have been in retaliation for twenty five years.
Mama's housekeeper Nader Ali said, grow up Dadathakur
I'll take you to see the three o'clock bill
There are snakes and bumblebees on the lotus head
Play!
Nader Ali, how much bigger will I be? The roof of the house in my head
If you touch the sky, then you are me
Show the bill at three o'clock?
I have never been able to buy a single Royal shot
The boys of Lashkar-e-Bari sucked by showing sticks and lozenges
I saw Chowdhury standing at the gate like a beggar
Ras-Utsav inside
Fair-skinned women wearing golden bracelets in a stream of endless colors
What a merry laugh
They did not want to return to me!
Dad touched my shoulder and said, look, one day, we too.
Dad is blind now, we haven't seen anything
That royal shot, that stick-lozenge, that ras-festival
No one will give me back!
Leaving a fragrant handkerchief in her chest, Varuna said,
The day you will truly love me
That day my chest will smell like this perfume!
I took my life in my hands for love
I tied a red cloth around the eyes of a distant bull
I have found 108 blue lotuses in the world
Yet Varuna did not speak, now only the smell of meat on her chest
Yet she is any woman.
No one spoke, thirty-three years passed, no one spoke!