Otighumer Gaan

Aaj kotha noy
Mon bhalo nei
Dukkho myale pakhna.

Tor kothate
Mon rangate
Moner manush jakna.

Aaj hothat e
Tor chokhete
Sagar rupi aayna.

Aar mon ure jay
Kar isharay
Ontobihin bayna.

Tor asha te
Din kata te
Din gune jai, aay na.

Aay chole aay
Jhor orate
Ba jhor thamate aay na.

Nai ba asis
Nai ba bhabis
Mon bhalo nei, roy na.

Mon osukhi
Mon je dukhi
Sukher khoje jayna.

Shesh dekhar e
Shesh chnoyar e
Resh thekeo theke jayna.

Ash mete na
Ash kome na
Ashar etoi paona.

Jhilam e Banya Hoye Aso Priyotama

Kono sukhi payrar
Pakhar dhusor palok
Khnuje bolbo na
Dhusorota bishonnota.
Jodi jhilam e banya
Hoye aso priyotama.

Kono mayabi anande
Robe na oshukh,
Ba nishpran hillol e
Golapi jontrona.
Jodi jhilam e banya
Hoye aso priyotama.

Kono adho raat e
Ghum bhenge jabe,
Aar birohi mayur
Nachbe matiya.
Jodi jhilam e banya
Hoye aso priyotama.

Matsyokanya aar Modyoper Upakkhyan

Kono aloukik bikel e sara duniya dekhechilo.
Tumi esechile shrot e bhese, nogno shorir e.
Bishakto mod gile, tader thnot e gorachchilo lal.
Sagar er dheu theke fyana mekhe esechile, poth bhule.
Jante na kichu, tai hasi te mukto jhoriyechile .
Tomar sonali ston e ora diyechilo nokher anchor.
Kandte na janay fyalo ni ek fnota chokher jwol.
Sara shorir cigarette er chyakay kalo kore...
diyechilo ora, aar nechechilo tandob nachon.

Amar swapner matsyokanya mukh fute kichu bolo ni.
Chokh er kol e enechile sudurer bhalobasa.
Deho chilo shwet pathorer moto ujjwol, sada.
Thnot o nore ni, sob kichu bhison obyakto, boba.
Aar hothat diyechile jhnap , khola gobakkhe.
Sagar er gobhirotay fire giye hoyechile pobitro.
Amar bishfarito drishti tomay dekhechilo sedin.
Fireo takao ni, pari diyechile mayabi sudur e.
Dubsatar diyechile shunyotar dike, mrityur dike.
[My attempt at the theme translation of "Fable of the mermaid and the drunk" by Pablo Neruda]

Akorik Duhswapno

Swapne mrito mayur..

Tar sthir chokh e sraban ghonay.

Himobah haowao knepe uthe.

Meshe medussar khola chule.

Karo isharay sagar e othe tufan.

Aar raat hole..

jonakir pakhay jwole chupkothara.

Agune bishonno lal e Unmad kobir jhap.

Shukno girikhat e Baaner protikkha.

Towbu pralay ase na.

[ Inspired by an untitled poem from "Surjyo-pora chhaai" by Joy Goswami ; Volume 3, Pg.180

The following lines almost damaged me:

"Swapne mora mayur, tar

Gaye Chander alo/

Karnisher fanimansha

Chader kon e ghar/....

Mora mayur dariye...gaye

futfut jonaki/

Shikol genthe jholano chand

pendulam, kalo/...."]