Unknown to you All my songs are for you. Like a leaf in autumn wind Will you curl up against me? Will you give me a drowsy smile? To take away the sharp edge off life. Do you want to share The droplets of love in me? Will that bring you peace? I shall fade away- but life eternal Shall hold you onto the earth, - All my songs are for you. I am the green in the meadows And the blue in the blue sky The colours are wrung out of Nature And paint our lives – What a wonder! Its ethereal – not in the sky Nor in the ocean.
I have walked on a starlit night To find – how the heart beats in her For a man – in the cosiest corner of her heart – The stars look on in silence - How the heart beats in her for a man. The world around speaks And becomes mute The fire behind the eyes goes out Even the stars die out And new stars are born in new times The ancient stars fade out And new ones brighten. My love for that woman is offered in the pulpit – and I am the priest.
I am the priest – the priest. The cold from the dead stars Seeps into me. You stare at the vigilant star With the passion of the burning sky – and Took comfort in the certainty.
The lights and the fires die out – The cycle of time Turns the present into the past. But still the cold from the dead stars Did not seep into you.
The meadows and the sky Of this throbbing world Belongs to you. You are pulsating with life With the gift of death.
Your sky is warm, but The stars fade out with the cold of faraway space The hearts , like falling stars Drop with the noise of dewdrops. You are so full of life And don’t know how it feels When I float away – like a leaf before the autumn wind, Will you curl up against me ? Your mind drowsy with sleep? Your life will loose its edge.
Did you want to feel The dewdrops in my heart? I shall be gone – but the endless Life shall hold you to this world. And all my songs are for you.
The ancient stars fade out And new ones brighten. My love for that maiden Is offered in the pulpit – by me, the priest.
I am the priest – the priest The cold from the dead stars Seeps into me. You stare at the vigilant star With the passion of the burning sky And took comfort in the certainty.
The lights, the fires die out The cycle of time Turns the present into the past. Still the cold from the dead stars Does not seep into you.
The meadow and the sky Of this throbbing world Belongs to you. You are pulsating with life And with the gift of death.
Your sky is warm, but The stars scatter thin in the cold faraway space. The hearts , like falling stars Drop with the sound of a dewdrop. You are so full of life And don’t know how it feels.
When I float away like a leaf in the autumn wind Will you curl up against me, With your mind drowsy with sleep ? Your life will loose its edge.
Did you want to feel The dewdrops in my heart? I will be gone – but the endless Life shall hold you to this world.
All my songs are for you.
, translated from “Nirjan Shwakkhar ( Silent Signature) ” by Jibananda Das, a bengali poet from Calcutta. Popularly called "Rupashi Banglar Kabi'' (Poet of Beautiful Bengal),Das is probably the most read poet after Rabindranath Tagore and Nazrul Islam in Bangladesh and West Bengal.While not particularly recognized initially, today Das is acknowledged as one of the greatest poets in the Bengali language.