Banalata Sen
Jibanananda Das
For thousands of years I have been walking the path of the earth,
Sinhalese sea in the dark of night in the Malay Sea
I have turned many; Bimbisa Ashok's gray world
I was there; In the dark darkness of Vidarbh Nagar;
I am a tired soul, the sea of life all around,
Banlata Sen from Natore gave me unlimited peace.
The hair is in his dark nishha,
The face is the art of his labor; After much ocean '
The navigator who broke down broke the direction
When he saw the green grass country in the island of Cinnamon,
Likewise he saw the darkness; He said, 'Where have you been so long?'
Banalata Sen of Natore raises his eyes like bird's nest.
At the end of the day is like the words of dew
Evening comes; The scent of the wings clears the smell;
When all the colors of the world are left out, manuscripts are organized
Then there was a twinkle in Jonaki's colorful story;
All the birds come in the house - all the transactions in this river all the time;
There is only darkness, Banalata Sen face to face.
