India, and the whole Bengal pay homage,
And invoke your immortal spirit to rise,
Through the passages of evolution,
Of super-mind in your life, as prize,
That goes beyond our cloudy vision,
To connect us to the truths of life.
As Bengali, I feel pride, as every Indian does,
For yours is the saint-hood with clarity of vision,
And life-long devotee of mystic –research.
Poetry, drama, novel, music, paintings, -all,
Now, the world feels, and the posterity would re call.
The mystery of your poetic art is the reflector of God,
The whole universe mirrors, as it is, in your thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem and a great tribute. good write. may i invite you to read my new poem called, running wolf.