Bengali poem

How many people who ran away from fear,
How many people's head fell ..
When fighting with so many people
Do you think that Khoka is dead?
I then blew the blood
They say, 'The fight has stopped.'
You heard from the palanquin
I kissed me and took me in the lap.
Say, 'Fate was with Khoka,
If not, what would be the problem! '
What happens to me every day that is ---
Why is it not true?
Just like there was a story,
Who was surprised to hear ---
The grandfather used to say, 'how will it be,
There is so much emphasis on socks!
When people heard the people saying,
"Fictitious niece was to mother."