Who will take me in? I keep tooting my horn
On arriving in Dhaka City.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of hundreds of porters
I was feeling harried.
While between Sadarghat and Jinjira the Buriganga
Ceaselessly flowed on.
Flinging the dock’s soul on the river’s bosom
I looked before me.
Day went and night came; towards Fatulla I swerved
Having mastered the river’s mantra.
Saying, “none will find me ever,”
I’ll now disappear!
Translated from the Bengali by Fakrul Alam.