As the days pass, darkness overwhelms me
I see not the divine light; hear not that oracle
Childhood fancies, dreams I think countless
Of my present condition, like many others
I too move, meet chores: Oh! What feat
I hoped, how noble could I do but
Awakened to fetters in my hand cruel
Inability ceases this life
Unceasingly overpower, not a drop of strength
To combat, bewail in vain
In my heart hopelessness resides
In the anterior depressing signs rubbed
Stopped flowing tears, sigh, lament
Laugh when the world laughs, but impossible
This constant self-oblivion, what arcane warmth
Keeps me awake, underneath the oceans’ waves
As hot currents within the secret chambers
Beneath the calmness and felicity of life
The river of despair streams perpetual.
Kamini Roy (1864 - 1933) Bangladesh
Translated by Srirupa Mahalanabis
Source: Setu सेतु
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