Wandering Boy

Look, observe the wandering boy, Candid charms blooming in his eyes face and heart___ In the unrestricted sky self-created canopy of dreams he spreads Passing the scorching noon from shades to shades, Now he lays straight___ sleeping sound. Fragrance of flowers and wings of hiding worms he loves Sharp thorns he considers his favorite objects of his aim And takes himself to the bank of an incredible river Introduces so many lonely beauties in the monstrous forests! That simple beautiful vagabond boy, Drenching negligible things with precious ones, is running To the fields stretched to horizons; ringing in the lines of route Not exhausted beams of spectrum, tunes even longer than life... Ringing and tuning___ 'dotara' of our youth is made One day On a melodious afternoon, reaching at the evening moorage Suddenly it seems: Love____ the wandering boy; Birth and death he too has in the unfathomable human minds. (Translated from Bengali: Nazib wadood)