I think, I will rather turn back
I have smeared so much soot in my hands
Never thought of you as you are -
Now, when I stand by the gorge at night,
The moon beckons, come on over -
Now, when I stand mesmerized by the levee,
The pyre logs call, 'come, c'mon over! '
I can go,
I can go in any direction
But why shall I go?
Got to kiss a long one to my kid
But not right now
I will take you along as well
Won't go alone before time.
[Translated by Arindam Basu]
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