Come back again
- Jibanananda Das
Come back again on the shore of Dhanasiri - in this Bangla
Maybe not a man - maybe or a bunch of shawl,
Maybe this morning, in the nineties
A day will come in the shade of jackfruit in the shade of fog.
Maybe I'll get duck - The teenager - the reddish gets red
All day, the scent of the padded floats in the water.
Come again I will love the field field of Bengal
Jalangir wave in the wet Bengalari green cruel plains.
Maybe you will see a breathtaking flying wind in the evening.
Maybe you hear a lump of water in Shimul's branch.
Maybe the child is going to remove khaaiyera rice in a garden grass.
Maybe a young boy in a tiny sea of silver, maybe a white torn bit
Dinghy Bay - Ranga is in the dark clouds swiming in the nest,
You will see that; You'll find me in front of them.!