Aachhe Dukhho, Aachhe Mrityu
There is sorrow—death too—separation's pangs scald as well—
Yet there is peace and joy; beyond the mortal, the Eternal dwells.
In souls, life flows; the moon stars and sun shine on;
Spring lights up gardens and groves in varied hues;
Waves meld with each other and then crest again.
Even as some flowers wither, in others buds form
There is no ultimate loss, no end—no scars that forever remain.
In the universe's wholeness thus, the mind craves its place.
Aamar Jabar Belay Pichhu Dake
As dawn's light peeps through clouds
And I'm leaving, what calls me back?
On this rainy morning, forlorn birds
Crying out in forests deep call me back!
As if looking for someone, the overflowing river
Rushing forward in the shade calls me back
On the dawn of my departure, who is it
Lodged in my heart, that calls me back?
Fakrul Alam is the Pro Vice-Chancellor of East West University. He is also the Adviser of Star Literature and Review pages of The Daily Star.