I sleep only to feel the dreams
I see
Life is so beautiful and serene
I wake up to the this beauty
I see
Life is dream-stricken.
Dream-stricken empty fire is engulfing the heart
Burning up the desire, hope and longing is destroyed
Even then why I long for becoming traveller?
And visit far-away places?
Am I an futile beings, tired, fatigued, routed drunk sigh?
The fire I kindle in my heart secretly
I want to share that- whom shall I give it?
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman