সুনীতিকুমার চট্টোপাধ্যায়
The path of your creation you have scattered with nets
of wondrous deceptions,
O Woman full of Deceit !
With a skillful hand you have spread the snare of false
beliefs within in this simple life;
With this beguilement you have marked greatness itself—
For this (Greatness) you have not set apart the
Hidden night.Your heavenly lights, for him, show the path—
that is the path of his inner being,
which is ever translucent;
with inform faith he
makes it ever brilliant.
He may be crooked outwardly, but inwardly he is
straight, and in this is his glory;
the world may call him deceived.
He finds the Truth
in his innermost being, washed ley his own light.
Nothing can beguile him;
and receiving his last meed, he goes
to his own treasure house.
He who has been able easily to bear your decepline
receives from of your hand
the imperishable title to peace.’’
[See, World Literature and Tagore pp. 186-187]
Original Bengali was tomar Srstir path rekhecha akirna kari’ etc.
The Poet’s last poem
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