You are synomumous of aspiration, night full of moonlight
Like a far-away duck flown to the creek of dream
You are dearer desired hands
Can wipe out all irony of fate.
Yet you are like the whistle of parting train
Suddenly going away waving the handkerchief
Multi-coloured clouds in the sky of memory
You’re like a sudden gust of wind of storm?
Are you then a bunch of love, who
Came here like a dream suddenly by mistake?
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman