সোনার গ্যাদা

He told me, Gada Babu, go to the Char River

I told Gada, come before evening without delay.

Dhabli and Kaluta were busy playing cards, forgetting about Gada.

Mid-afternoon became evening.

Gada, Dhabli and Kaluta were equally consumed by the thunderbolt from the sky.

The river tide swept them away.

How else could I bear it?

I had such a small hope that I might find Gada's body.

Cruel fate has made me a great debt to Gada's mother.