The night wind chiming ticks of the night
The speedy car rhyming monsoon drops.
Lying in dugged up abyss, I’m waiting
To have the soil over me, (to) sleep soundly.
Your love can rewake the beat stopped
But, don’t think of returning, I disavow you.
I reject all the earthly ties, all hold-backs
’cause death I want to be keeper of the sins
Of yours, all your misdeeds, all your deeds.
Smile as you’re smiling; keep on smiling
Someone, everyone, grasp the wet soil
And sprinkle on me, choke me.
Someone, everyone, pyre my writings
Sing a song of Tagore monsoon merry.
Don’t you dare to come in front of me
Don’t you dare to drop a tear in apology.
What all are you looking at; come on hurry,
Do not keep the vigil long for the await.