না বাঁচাবে আমায় যদি মারবে কেন তবে?
Na banchabe amay jodi marbe keno tobe (audio: Suchitra Mitra)
If you will not save me
Why slay every shard of my being?
Is there a meaning
To this grand concoction of agony?
I know the fire poised in your arrows,
I feel the earth tremble at your feet.
As you shield life, so do you kill
In ruthless celebration
I sense how you furrow my heart
To delve into the goldmine within,
But what makes you think it exists?
I have a treasure trove of ache,
Jewels for your crown.
Perhaps, my harrowing grief
Will awake my muse,
The dormant majesty.