Jibanananda Das Poems

Lying upon the stretcher perhaps fog clogs your eyes
Don't worry, death is not another unjust light;
How come then so many people embrace death,
craving a torch like flying ants?
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If I got an eternal life - and then alone go on
walking the paths of the world: I shall see green grasses
spring up and yellow leaves dropp off - watch the sky
clearing as it dawns - and at the dusk, a streak of
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I have seen Bengal’s face, that is why I do not seek
Beauty of the earth any more:
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The wheel-cart idly rolls laden with golden straw
—the late-noon sunshine fades
The birds: black, blue and brown—flap their wings
in the cellar of the corn field
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Looks light is fading out—wonder is waning all the more.
Is the sky blue as it was? The sky is no longer as blue,
Neither is there much wonder left in women's eye,
Kingfishers today are children's birds; kids are no longer
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Go where you will – I shall remain on Bengal’s shore
Shall see jackfruit leaves dropping in the dawn’s breeze;
Shall see the brown wings of shalik chill in the evening,
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At a slightly slothful pace
A silent man quietly walks across the meadows
His autumn passes by mostly propped on two legs
With a mouthful of still shadow of a plough and ox.
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Finally, I’m done with the ledger of my life,
Miss Banalata Sen!
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There happens to be a port for light-skinned gals on the shore of Malay Sea.
Seen many a sea all across the globe; been through Kuala Lumpur, Java,
Sumatra, Indochina, and Bali where the blue mist laden sun's ray had touched me.
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My eyes are sleep-laden,
I return home taking with me songs of fallen crops!
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