Towards the sea

Seeing the sea in Puri
O son of indigenous, Bashundhara child,
The only daughter is in the lap. So do not do nandhi
The face of the face, so the bust of the pair always fear, always hope,
Ever movement; So, the rhetoric language has arisen, and the language is notorious
In constant calm times, the Mahendra-Mandir-Panay
Incessant prayer in the heart, continuously in the Mongols
The sound of the sound; So sleeping in Prithvir
Countless kisses surround all the parts of the embroidery tax
The cord of the waves, the nilambar region is yours
Due to diligence, he was hungry by his body parts
Sukomol tactfully What is the gorgeous affection game
Ambunini, falsely show false neglect
Dhari Dhari leg Tipia is back to hatti,
Like to leave Again joyful tune
Come back to the roar and come in the chelle -
The zodiac sign in the sky, the tears, the affectionate love
Let's moisten the gentle brow of the body
In blessing Our heart is enormous,
Early natural affection - where in the beginning the original!
Where its floor! Where the hell! Tell me who can understand
His immense peace, his anxiety,
His ardent silence, his poetry,
His laughter, his tears! - Sometimes or yours
It can not be kept as if it is tender,
The fox came running to the floor and pulled down the door
Merciless emotion; Catching up on the tremendous harassment,
The greedy crying crying,
Dancers like crazy stupid cats
Tear up the plum and tune it completely
Chah wales in the heat of eternal darkness
Huge germs At the moment, a great criminal
When lying down on the throat, sad pain
Sleeve freeze- Slowly come up in the morning and slowly comes up in the morning
Shanthena Chahay Tomapane; Romantic love
Comforting with tender affection, quietly
Goes to the shrine; The night is friendly as a friend
The grapevine cries, the rest of the repentant swelling swelling.
I am sitting on the banks of the world on the coast,
Listen to sound Thinking, I can understand
Some of his words - dumb spoken words - hen
To the relative It seems, in the middle of the heart
The blood that is in the nerves, knows that language too,
I did not learn anything. I think, remember it
When the nineteenth ninety is that big ghetto
Untroubled Viburno-era, in millions of years
That is in the hearts of unstinted katana hearts
Has been printed; Remember that prenatal,
The eternal life span of the womb '
Your mother-in-law - like a faint glimpse
As soon as all the veins, listen to me and I bow down
The old shouting on the deserted shore.
From the direction of the horizon, the Gigantic Jugantar
If you were alone then you were totally blind
Self-interest, the great mystery of the first pregnancy is huge
Not understanding Day-to-day warmth,
The love of the womb, the wonderful love of sight,
Unknowable, unborn