শেষ নাহি যে, শেষ কথা কে বলবে?
Shesh nahi je shesh kotha ke bolbe (audio: Kanika Bandyopadhyay)
If there is no swansong
What would our last whisper be?
The scourge that sparks the fire,
The cloud that dissolves in rain
The snow that melts into spring
Has no consummation
End is a mirage --
A dark door
That always opens
To let in light
The heart of antiquity
Cracks open to birth a new beginning
Life blossoms, ebbs,
And death gleans the harvest
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