Ektuku Chnoa Laage
The slightest of caress and a few heard words—
With them I compose in my mind my spring melody.
Heady with a blend of Palash and Chnapa scents,
I weave a net of colors and essences musically.
Whatever flashes by every now and then
Sparks in my consciousness dream-like images;
Whatever goes far also flutters my thoughts tunefully
And counting time to tinkling ankle bells I spend my days!
Translated by Fakrul Alam