village location is beautiful,i love village

I have seen the face of Bengal, so I am the form of the world
No more searching: waking up in the dark on a fig tree
I saw him sitting under a big leaf like an umbrella
Morning doyelpakhi - I look around and see the pile of pallab
Jam-bot-jackfruit-hijab-other is silent;
Their shadows have fallen on the bushes of the cactus;
I don't know when he is near Chand Champa from Madhukar Dinga
Such is the unique shade of Bengal of Hijab-Bot-Tamal

Saw; Behulao one day with a raft in the water of Ganga -
When Jyotsna of Krishna-Dvadashi dies on the river -
Near the golden paddy saw innumerable Mawatha bot, alas,
Shyama heard a soft song - one day going to Amara
When she danced like a torn drum in the meeting of Indra
The river-river-bhantaful of Bengal found her weeping like a hunger.