***Jete jete akla pothe nibeche mor bati
My candle burned out
While I walked my lonely journey
But suddenly I was besieged by a storm
In whom I found my companion
The terrifying roar of the storm
Reverberated
from the corner of the sky
Every now and then
And the wild wind played in abandon
Tossing asunder my hair and attire.
And I knew not
where I was headed
Or The road that I was traveling
And God alone knew where I would go
In this darkness
But maybe the treacherous roar of the thunder
Would herald the tidings
Of another path
That would lead me
Where the night lights up
into morning.