Spring brought about the weaving of my victory-garland by flowers.
The swift Southerly wind flowed into my heart.
Fire was ignited in my soul.
The flute in the backyard corner-room is wailing in vain,
For Death brought to fore my basket of wishes to choose from.
The storm of youth has overtaken the sky and subterranean world.
The jingling sound of its dance-beats made me feel intoxicated.
Good professional habit of collecting and saving was lost.
Addiction to spending and splurging set in.
And the state of living-in-comfort said : ‘ Time has come for me to leave.’
Translation:Nirukta Bose, first posted on Facebook.
The translation is partly taken from same and the translation was made more literal, so that the Readers may understand the Bengali Text and its grammar.
Nirukta Bose-Teacher 'n Translator of Bengali to see more translations on his Facebook page.