RÚP KATHÁR EK RÁJÁ CHILO
HÁSATE SE JE JÁNATO NÁ TO
HÁTETE BHAR DIYE JETO
PÁYE KARE MÚŔI KHETO
MÁJH RÁTERI MIŚT́I RODE
PIIT́H REKHE SE PIT́HE KHETO
JIIBHER JORE ÁKHO CIBOTO
DÁNTE KARE RAS CÚŚITO
T́ENIS KHELÁR MÁT́HER MÁJHE
JÁL PHELE SE MÁCH DHARITO
BHAR DUPÚRE BHÚTER BHAYE
JALER NIICE LUKIE JETO
BÁIC KHELÁR NAOKO CAŔE
DÚR ÁKÁSHE HÁOÁ KHETO
KÁJER SAMAY COKHAT́I BUJE
MAT́KÁ MERE NÁK D́ÁKÁTO
Once there lived a fairy tale king
who knew not how to smile.
He walked on his hands
ate puffed rice with his toes
and openly snacked
on delicious cakes
with his back to the midnight sun.
He chewed cane with his tongue
sucked its juice with his teeth
and cast his net
in the tennis court
to capture succulent fish.
In the light of midday
underwater He would hide
in fear of ghastly ghosts,
and racing speed boats
to distant skies He would fly
for a breath of pleasant air.
While others worked hard
he would close his eyes
and very contentedly snore.