Let this sunshine, which lightens my face

Be transferred upon another

Let the grudges of secrecy

Take a feline plunge, and hover

The many pieces of my existence

Take wrinkled strolls along the river-bends

Only to meditate, and unite

Echoing the hopeful trends

Here, the crops just sown

Challenge the heights of the sky

The swarming colours, here, untie

Themselves to move to a new high

And, the cooing of the rail engine

Numbs all senses, and distance akin

 

(Translated from the original in Bengali by Tapas Ray)