Chele Amar Mosto Manush ছেলে আমার মস্ত মানুষ – Lyrics

My son is big man, a big officer.
Stays in big flat opaque for outsiders.
Has many types of articles and costly furniture.
The least expensive of all was me, an intruder.
My son loves me lot and respects my chrome (white hairs).
Therefore my address is today an old age home.

My mirror, wardrobe and other articles of daily usage.
They are all obsolete and are equal to garbage.
The first to go were his father's wrist watch, walking stick and photo.
Released was old bird myna who was hunted by a crow.
Husband, wife an Alsatian; space is very limited in their home.
Therefore my address is today an old age home

He couldn't eat with hands of his own, my young one.
I used to say,'fool, what would you do when I am gone?'
Hearing this he used to weep with his lips swollen-sore.
He perhaps forgot all these, he doesn't cry anymore.
He used to cry aloud in his sleep, my young one.
With my arms I used to embrace him tightly in my bosom.
My two arms still look for him, it is yet to accustom.
That my address is today an old age home.

My young one is now blessed with a son, now two years old.
The god is great, for my son is just twenty-five years old.
Now I wish to live for hundred years, a centurion.
After twenty-five years he shall be fifty-nine, my young one.
The room of my home may be small but has space of measure.
Me and my young one shall stay here together.
I dream of that day quite very often.
Face to face me and my son in old age home.

Chhele aamar mosto manush mosto officer
Mosto flat e jaena dekha epar opaar
Nanan rokom jinish aar ashbab daami daami
Shobcheye kom daami chhilam ekmatro aami
Chheler amar amar proti ogadh shontrom
Aamar thikana taai briddhassrom ||

Aamar byaboharer shei almari aar aayna
O'shob naki besh purono flat e rakha jaena
Ore babar chhobi ghori chhori bidae holo taratari
Chhere dilo kaak e khelo posha buro moyna
Swami stri aar Alsatian jaega boroi kom
Aamar thikana taai briddhashram ||

Nijer haate bhat khete parto nako khoka
Boltam aami na thakle ki korbi re boka
Thhont fuliye kaandto khoka aamar kotha shune
Khoka bodhoy aar kandena, nei bujhi aar mone
Chhotobelaye shopno dekhe uthhto khoka kede
Duhaat diye buker kachhe rekhe ditaam bedhe
Duhaat aajo khuje bhule jaayi je akdom
Amaar thhikana akhon briddhashram ||

Khokaro hoyeche chhele du bochhor holo
Taar to matro boyosh pochish thakur mukh tolo
Eksho bochhor baachte chaai akhon aamar shadh
Pochish bochor pore khokar unoshaat
Ashrom er ei ghorta chhoto jayega onek beshi
Khoka aami dujonaate thakbo pashapashi
Shei dintaar shopno dekhi bhishon rokom
Mukhomukhi aami khoka aar briddhashram ||