Bristir Swapno

Translation

The Dream of Rain
I was thinking about the rain while sleeping-
At the same time there was raining also.
The tune of rain
was close to my ear.
The smell of rain, the touch of rain
Danced my sleepy heart
Hundred times.

After awaking-
Where is the rain, where is the watery sky?
Every where is waterless;
It’s really painful.

At the end-
Was it my imagination?
Or a dream.
May be-
It was a dream.
The dream was at my sleeping field.
Oh! The rain
You are very nice at dream,
Not in real.