I'm ready to translate "ভাঙা কাচের গান" (The Song of Broken Glass) from Bengali to English. However, I don't see the full text of the work provided. Please share the Bengali text you'd like me to translate, and I'll render it into English prose that captures its voice, atmosphere, and literary quality while preserving all formatting and structure.

You can't get too close to people, can you?
The moment you know someone too well, doesn't the distance between you only grow?
Even those we love—should we really know them that completely?
Tell me, how much space does a person need, just for themselves?

I prefer the forest to people.
I talk to the trees every day. Do they carry my words to the Creator's ear?
Somehow I feel I can't reach Him with my own voice. I call out to Allah, I call and call, yet how many years have passed—He hasn't answered a single prayer of mine. Who knows—maybe I'm the one who can't hear, can't see His answer at all!

People say I'm too emotional. Am I really?
Do I shatter like a piece of glass at the slightest blow?
Why do I suffer so much?
Aren't there others who hurt far more than I do? Don't they live with their wounds, their scars, just like me? So how do they manage? Why can't I?

Must I endure more?
Just keep enduring, forever?

If you try to hold onto what was never meant to be yours, you only wound yourself. Yet the heart won't accept it.