The one who was sent for everyone, in his own case <br />He was deprived of parental affection, a shelter or a place. <br /> <br />So that he will be in tune with all the souls' pain, <br />The Ever Mysterious sent to this world this hapless chieftain. <br /> <br />For anyone who is an orphan, miserable, or destitute <br />He would be on his side with the most loving attitude. <br /> <br />Striking him with pain and suffering, again and again <br />God sent him to the world arena like a needy: simple and plain. <br /> <br />With the divine vision, to be the guide to light <br />He came to remove the veil of darkness and plight. <br /> <br />In empathy with the world's countless deprived or orphans <br />He would soothe and wipe tears - according to the Lord's plans. <br /> <br />God sent His beloved depriving all the love, <br />The friend of the poor, an orphan himself, appeared from above. <br /> <br />The fatherless child then lost his mother - now more pains to learn, <br />Ah, the beloved of the Divine! The river of his sorrow turned only into an ocean. <br /> <br />[Original: Sharbohara (Bengali) <br />Translation: Mohammad Omar Farooq]<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-destitute-moru-bhashkar-the-hapless/
