May God bless her and keep her in His hands always. Celebrating Kamala Bhattacharya Debi beloved grandmother my mother’s side. Jhoro jhoro borishae bari dhara hai potho bashi, hai gothi hinu, The rainfall will only last until it reaches the shores. Hai gothi hinu hai griho hara. What are those who depend on the starry heaven to guide their journey to do? Phirae bayu, they cry, swiftly return black clouds that carry rain. Shorae phirae bayu, let thunder, lightning and rain sing with one voice again. Dakea karae, who are they calling for in unison? Jononino ashimo pranthorae, they plead for those whose shores are at the end of the world. Rojoni adhara and lightning lost, hai potho bashi hai gothi hinu hai griho hara adhira jomuna thorongo akula bokularae, the restless river Jamuna’s strong waters, thimiro dhokula shogonaei rae dhokularae, Unfortunately, only the timid, afraid to be forgotten, nibiro nirodho gogonae, look up at the empty skies, goro goro goro gorojae, to hear the thunder that carry no rainfall. Choncholo chapula chamokae, the restless lightning nahi shoshi thara, do not have an answer, having lost their way, what are they who carry misfortune to do now? Hai griho hara, the ones for whom the starry heaven carries only empty clouds.