The one who was sent for everyone, in his own case
He was deprived of parental affection, a shelter or a place.

So that he will be in tune with all the souls' pain,
The Ever Mysterious sent to this world this hapless chieftain.

For anyone who is an orphan, miserable, or destitute
He would be on his side with the most loving attitude.

Striking him with pain and suffering, again and again
God sent him to the world arena like a needy: simple and plain.

With the divine vision, to be the guide to light
He came to remove the veil of darkness and plight.

In empathy with the world's countless deprived or orphans
He would soothe and wipe tears - according to the Lord's plans.

God sent His beloved depriving all the love,
The friend of the poor, an orphan himself, appeared from above.

The fatherless child then lost his mother - now more pains to learn,
Ah, the beloved of the Divine! The river of his sorrow turned only into an ocean.

[Original: Sharbohara (Bengali)
Translation: Mohammad Omar Farooq]

Kazi Nazrul Islam

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