Lonely in My Floral chariot

O my friend,
you walked on your thorny path smiling,
seeing me lonely in my floral chariot, crying.


O the friend passer-by,
if you took me to your path,
I would have covered all the thorns under my breast.
Now I cry in my gay chariot
longing to become your friend in distress.


[Original: Tumi heshe chole gele; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]