I have seen the face of Bengal, so I am the form of the earth
Do not go in search of: and in the dark, the fig tree wakes up
See, I sat under a leafy leaf like a umbrella
Looking around at the dawn of the morning on the dome of Pallab stack
Jumbo is made of jackfruit hazel in shanty;
Cactus bush satibane though their shadows;
The honey does not know from when he is near moon Champa
The blue shadow of the Hijl Batatalal is the most beautiful form of Bengal
Saw; Behula also one day in the water of the guladara rafta
When Krishnadashadi joshna was killed in the river
Along with the golden rice, a large number of horse bots saw, alas,
Shyamayera heard soft songs one day went to Amara
Like a tornado, when she danced Indra's meeting
He got his weeping like the dungeons of Bengal rivers.
.........Jibanananda Das!
