And one day please come friend
- Jasim Uddin --- Balu Char
And one day please come friend-come in Balucharre,
Bamboo bajila bajli ladya ranga full moon filled.
The trunk will play on the pinnacle, the birds shade,
White cloud on the golden limbs wax wax
come on the upper this sandwich, draw-curved pathkhani;
The paddy fields on the other side of the paddy fields make the fighting
I never came back to this place,
They smacked the dust and spread out the dust smile.
By the way, come and go, morning and evening,
A pair of horizontal paddy stems from the rice field.
The air of the air has cooled down the air,
In that way you can take the river and reach the river.
And one day please come this month, Kamamakhani,
False nail claw on the face sand
I have written that the bird wings breathe more heavily,
I wrote down the clouds of cloud of cloud.
You read that lazy thing,
Come here, friend Moore Benuban-shadow.
With this Benubon mo, there was a lot of weeping,
On the page of the page of the ottl pabane mati.
Here's a sweetie The night watches,
How many hardships I will say to you.
The birds of the night and night will come to you, my sleeping night,
One of the lights in the cut
You sit there, do not be afraid, do not be afraid,
That's what I'm happy about. Under this crown soil,
Will sleep together with the death of Maha-death
On this river, the Bersh Bersh festival is celebrated;
Come on, those who do not name them among them will cry.
On that day, who will not read the poem,
The picture of who had seen at any angle of life.
Whoever wrote the flowers, Gore's invitation to Tare,
Who gave the smoke of the smoke to the cryptic despair.
The person who does not read the day,
No one knows how big a person lived in the life of his life.
He placed the lamp on the earth, he called the sky.
He used to fill the clay pot with water that he had on his chest.
How big is the hope of breaking, how life is in the early morning,
Colors-Cuheli gold breaks break the stairs.
No one remembers that day, no one is sad;
If you do not get back to the call then
Keeping my life in danger, I remember the misery,
Rahib is alive in the middle of everyone, no more than stupid.
You do not think of me, that day, I am sorry.
Do not hurt the pain so that someday the mind of the car.
In the life of your life, you get negligence,
This glory is my life.
You hit me, hit me in the greatness
All of the hit Dalia came to the ground.
I felt good on you, and all the better.
There is no such screw in my life.
You got close to the painful painting date,
And all the pains have been torn apart by the stalks and nails.
You gave me hunger,
I have come out of neglect so much of the world.
This glory of yours in this life, which you have not found,
There is no pain to anyone else, so there is no pain.
I did not get the particles near you,
Ratatik Manik Mani was going to the Chhachchhari.
So today Shubhakhane-
After all, do not get hurt as much as you think.
You did not hurt me, I did not hurt you,
You were happy, the joy of remembrance with Rob.
And one day Ai Aaoo Sajani. More voice call
As long as you do not come, no one is silent.
This time, as the bird turns to the sand,
As the lightning threw the clouds of the clouds in the sky.
I keep this in the water of the dirt-tatini,
As he breaks the two rooms, he goes to your cellar
And one day Ai Aaoo Sajani. This is my curse.
As long as there is a lot of heat in Palle's house.
The home of the fire,
Kalal-Ntesh's feet should burn like a blush
As the crematorium rises above the seven heavens,
Chandra-Surya Murshhia falls in the breath of death.
As if he had passed hundreds of holes in poison,
Do not let the crematorate be saved
As long as you do not go to the sandwich again,
Let's write this and go on the sand chuck.