BY DILIP KUMAR ROY

(Translated from his own Bengali poem)

In Thy rainbowed caress, Come, O Loveliness!

In Thy trail of sky-peace,

Come, Mother serene!

Bring Thy gospel of bloom, Thrilling life’s lone gloom,

For dun twilight’s surcease

In Thy morn-robe of sheen.

In Thy chequer of fire-flush and gloaming, come,

In silence, in bells and in crowded hum;

Eve is dark and sore: Drench in Thy sun-lore

Her song-widowed shore

In a laugh ever-green.

If the heart miss to capture, Thy musk-laden rapture

Of spring-irised dance:

In Thy zephyr invade;

If Thy pilgrim, O Love, Be way-lost–from above

With Thy star-pledge entrance:

The shadows shall fade.

No more will I toss on the biilows of Night;

In the nectar-rain, come, with Thy avalanche-light!

All my soul is a-heave, To surrender and cleave

To Thy nearness, and weave

Its dream in Thy shade.

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