The poetry of returning home

-Ma, what are you going to fish
with , the favorite bharta, ketal fish kol
Dry the fish of the dried fish, the swelling of the fish, the
coming of the house is very low.

The night is a heavy lane,
when it is dawn.
Surya Mama awagalei I,
when did run racing.

When do I leave the bag on the shoulder,
when I find the path to go home.
At the far end of the mountain, my final address,
right, will reach the Lord as much as he does.

Patience, I can extend this endless night,
my hand, to hold you.
As far as home is concerned, it is anew,
come back often and come back home.