We entreat you to come
And have your food
Your last repast
Whether you be
Light or darkness
We call you shouting aloud
At this dead of night
Your words just words
Are kept in a cuddle in our tongues
The eyes moisten with the dialect of tears
All others are at their places
None have gone for alternations
The alert stars have been witnesses
Touching embracing this life and the next
The earth is your mother
Whether you be
Wind or silence
Come and have your food
Your last repast.
Translated by Krishna Dulal Barua
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