(Rendered by the Poet from Bengali)
Immortality is my right,
Sustained as I am
By the vitality of the age-old Himalayas
Unmoved in deep meditation
And the storm-tossed Indian Ocean.
Firm in this belief
I have trudged through thousand years
To reach at last this age of transition.
Many are the mistakes I have committed,
Many are the volcanoes I have walked upon
And then learnt that life is true,
True are the winter and the summer too.
Where is the recognition of death?
If the earth can relax
In her heaven of chastity,
I can as well weave my dream phantasy.
The poverty and the squalor of life around
Leave me uninterested.
As I listen to the distant sound
Of another life yet to be born
I shut the door of my heaven
On the face of the beggars
Like a rich man
Smiling with contempt at his poor relations
And I hear half-audible murmurs,
‘This is what Fate has ordained.’