The silver-fish girl.
She descends from the heaven
'Shakuntala', my darling
charming nectar adorns her corporeal beauty
enchanted I am

I am bustling about from one place to another.

Water, vast expanse of water all around,
Delighted beauty looms large beneath the dark blue sky,
The white, black, torn clouds
As if they had sweet friendship with the fish-girl.
A hill is there, it allures as a lying paramour,
Green attachment inside the crystal water.
Ceaseless tight embrace of hijol, karach and barun
What an intoxication amidst the green karach
The top of hijol resembles the long, clustered hair of Nazrul
A new world is created in this world.

Her name is not in the dictionary, no picture on the Internet
All beauty, alove...

The smell fo hasnahena, songs of baul
The sweet note of doel, the melody of pastoral flute
All these are mixed up confusedly at the house of the fish-girl
It seems I am within my house
All melody, rhythm, musical tempo are in the dream and feeling.
In this world of white twilight, all are dissolved
In this reservoir of water
In this Tanguar Haor.

*Tanguar Haor: a great marshy land in Sunamganj District.