Now,
when dusk approaches the Western shores (8)
And ominous storm clouds gather with bated
breath
When, from their secret lairs
the animals emerge
Their menacing growls portend the
end of daylight-
Come,
Poet of the New Age
As the last rays of light fade
into darkness-
Take your remorseful place next to that
violated Woman
Forgive,
you plead, hoping to be forgiven-
Like a silver lining upon the
clouds of your delirium
May that be, of your civilization, the
very last divine pronouncement.
Translation
- Monish R. Chatterjee, June 2012
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