In steady silent steps
Comes the ferocious night
And enters inside
Unhinging the worn-out doors
Of my infirm body
To take away all that is glorious in life.
When this shame of inaction and exhaustion
Overwhelms my soul
Then all of a sudden I see in the horizon
The day’s golden flag fluttering in the wind
And a voice from one corner of the sky, saying,
"No, no, it’s a lie – a damn lie"
In the morning light serene
I find myself standing
Victorious over suffering and pain.
Transcreation of poem 7 – Hingsra ratri ashe chupe chupe / Gatabal sharirer shithil argal bhenge diye – from the collection Arogya by Rabindranath Tagore, composed in the morning of 27th January, 1941.
