(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.’