I appreciate your request, but I notice you've only provided the title "Slowly" without the Bengali poem text itself.…

I dream of a slow dinner,
with slowly burning candles,
in front of a slowly crackling fire,
under the slowly roaring rain.

And slowly though, I find,
the tracks are still hot
recalling a slowly creeping memory...
so slowly killed once.

I dream of a slow love,
for slowly touching fingers,
and a slowly penetrating gaze
of a man who slowly loves me.

This slow distant enchantment
on slowly forgetting lips,
and merging slowly in flight,
without the need for sun and rain.

And a slowly whimpering guitar,
carrying the darkness far away slowly,
with the secret steps of our
unfulfilled slow dreams.

I dream so well,
and slightly forget, so slowly
that slowly my soul waits
in front of the slammed door!