keu bhalobasha pay keu bhalobeshe jay (few gets love , few keeps loving)
amra boshi majhkhanete . (we sit in the middle)

glass-er bhitor jol, chhap poreche , oi dekha jay, karor chokher (water inside the glass, a reflection of someones eyes)
takay ni keu, aj keu niyeche chul bhijiye, shukher, (no one looked at them, but today someone has made her hair wet with pleasure)
amra shudhu obak howe dekhi, ( we are just amazed and watching)
chokher tara, obak howe jol (the star of the eye and the amazed water)
faltu jara ashte ashte bashpo ( unimportant ones becomes vapour slowly)
howe majhkhanete bhrom jagano bayu. ( and creates a mist)
tobu jol fuleche jowar ashay, chul nai r chokh dheke (still the water swells as the high tide comes, even the hair is not anymore covering the eye)
amra dekhi chokh juriye kokhono ba shai glasser joler mon theke. (we just watch , eye fulfilled, maybe sometimes from the mind of that water of the glass)

obak kora lota, mukh unchiye, shurjo shudhu, bhabcho dekhe ? (amazing lota (vine), do you think it looks at the sun facing upwards ? )
tader moner koto dabi, (they have so many demands)
shudhu sporsho shukhey-e haar mane na, shikorbakor joriye diye (they are not defeated by the pleasure of touch, they hug each other by their roots and limbs)
joriye diye shakha, mukh unchiye shurjo shudhu bhabche dekhe ?(and do you think they only look for sun ?)
amra tader moto kore, chol pashpashi thaka shikhi, (lets live side by side like them )
amra tader moto kore chol jorajori kore thaki. (lets live hugging each other like them )