Become feather of moonlight
And be drenched with the fog of moonbeam.
I’ll stretch my wings and fly away
Become seven-coloured rainbow
I’ll sing serenade at the foot of the hill
I’ll go to the sea
And mix with waves
I’ll mix with winds and be playful.
I’ll break down the house
And turn into a homeless saint
I’ll be lover of beautiful Radha,
Become lunatic Maznu.
Who ever is deprived
I don’t care for that
I only lov you
This is the prime truth.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman