"Bonolota Sen" The Queen

For thousands of years I have been walking the path of the earth,
Sinhalese sea in the dark of night in the Malay Sea
I have turned many; Bimbisa Ashok's gray world
I was there; In the dark darkness of Vidarbh Nagar;

I am a tired soul, the sea of ​​life all around,
Banlata Sen from Natore gave me unlimited peace.

The hair is in his dark nishha,
The face is the art of his labor; After much ocean '
The navigator who broke down broke the direction
When he saw the green grass country in the island of Cinnamon,
Likewise he saw the darkness; He said, 'Where have you been so long?'
Banalata Sen of Natore raises his eyes like bird's nest.

At the end of the day is like the words of dew
Evening comes; The scent of the wings clears the smell;
When all the colors of the world are left out, manuscripts are organized
Then there was a twinkle in Jonaki's colorful story;
All birds come in the house - all the transactions in this river-furra;
There is only darkness, Banalata Sen face to face.