The golden dawn of my life,
Is it returning again?
Piercing the darkness of countless pains,
Countless agonies, countless humiliations.

How many twilights, how many dawns,
How many autumn and spring nights,
How many hopes and aspirations
Have all passed by, floating away in tears?

On the eastern horizon the crimson dawn smiles,
The fragrance of flowers floats in the air.
With the new delight of the new year,
The memories of pain all vanish away.

Translated from Bengali

SONÁLII BHOR JIIVANE MOR
ÁBÁR KI RE ÁSCHE PHIRE
SHATA VYATHÁR SHATA VEDANÁR
SHATA LÁIṊCHANÁR ÁṊDHÁR CIRE

KATA PRADOŚ KATA PRABHÁT
KATA SHARAT VASANTA RÁT
KATA ÁSHÁ KATA BHARASÁ
BHESE GECHE ASHRUNIIRE

PÚRVÁKÁSHE ARUŃ HÁSE
VÁTÁS BHÁSE PHULASUVÁSE
NAVA VARŚE NAVA HARŚE
VYTHÁR SMRTI JÁY JE SARE

20-11-1982