Original: Bengali: Mritopray Noditir Mukhomukhi
I make me little by little better every day
Then I think how far better I would be
Every day I go to flowers little by little
Till I think why I’m not better eventually.
Wipe the fuzzy glasses of spectacles repeatedly
I try how more can I make clean
Stand under shower opening tap key fully
Water pours head to leg in glee
I rub aromatic soap on every part of beauty.
Every day I feel heart of injured tree
I sit by the moribund river eventually
Rub sands of fallen path every day
I buss on lips of injured bird that lay.
A little bit and a little more near
Every day I hunt the source and center
Every day in every effort of my steer
I try to bring me a slightly better.
