Some tunes develop naturally with anger and conceit
Changing their nature when spoken
Some melodies are like scream
Cleaning up the body as they vibrate
Inclining to known sounds
Words, sounds or alphabet – whatever they are
They regain their nature with constant practice
Hang on power
And then issue arrest warrants
or life sentence or exile to unknown end,
Sounds are incarnation of powerful resonance
Maturing with constant use.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman