A passage from one of my favorite poets in Bengali, Purnendu Potri, titled “Oloukik (Miracle)“:
Shedin Muktor moton goriye ele amar hate
Omni bodle galo drissho
Amar daan dike chilo meghla din
Hoye galo dalim-phatano rod
Ar badike chilo eeter panja
Hoye galo laal talir daakbungalow
Oloukik eibhabe ghote.
Here is my poor attempt to translate it:
The day you rolled in my palm like a pearl
the scene changed instantly:
Cloudy day on my right side
Turned into rock-splitting Sun-
Heap of red bricks on my left side
Turned into red tiled cottage-
Miracles happen this way.