THE END OF ALL
ENDS
MANINDRANATH SAMADDAR
At the end of all pains I see a bloom;
The bud stares at its own transformation,
A joyous birth, a new incarnation.
I’ll give honey and fragrance, and my doom
Is not to sigh–and not to die so soon”
It frowns hard at my
wrong calculation
And goes on: “Look afresh at all creation”.
So, I begin anew to sing my tune.
I see in things now I haven’t before seen,
Death of all old hides the life of the new;
The world is never dry–but evergreen;
Night ends and the sky brightens with red hue;
Mother Nature, with red-rose in hand, leans
On us. Let, then, all ends find the end true.
–Translated from Bengali by Somar Ghosh.