Escaping for a long time, where you stopped,
There is a slaughtering place for animals
At noon and at night, twin deaths invade there
Elderly vulture eats up
Eyeballs from human body
While escaping continuously how much tired you’ll become?
Did you find pleasure in escaping from yourself?
A shalik lives alone deep inside human heart
Moves from one flower to another, flattering
Have you become winds of Baishakh?
Do you level the field of growing crops
with flattering garment?
Wherever you go escaping
You’ll have to return to beauty some day,
You have to.
Baishakh: First month of Bangla era; shalik: A typical bird of Bangladesh
Translated by: Siddique Mahmudur Rahman