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POETRY

The Night Falls

NISHAT ATIYA SHOILEE
(A translation of Rabindranath Tagore's "Shondhya" from Geetabitan}
The heart hurts when it does Oh, lovely Eve, as you slowly descend! Closer, closer- to me you bend-For the forlorn soul of mine In you alone, does suspend. Weep for the same, you and I, The same due we deny, And you be my confidant With love and esteem, hereby. All day long I wander On your knees to return, All the soft sighs, things unsaid To you I reveal; In you, I confide.
To your silence I listen And your stars do I count Before my eyes close in, A dawn of passion soon begins-Dreams in your dimness Slowly to wane, slowly to wane. Not a word I ask, Silent in your sweet embrace, My eyes wide open, courting your trace. Slightly you breathe, Lowly you sing To me lullaby of the stars, Your kind caress on my lids Eases the pain, Soothes the soul, and what's underneath. And so I ask of you now, As the lone heart of mine Has but your heart to claim, Your chest to lean on, Your bassinet, gingerly and tame, Oh, dear Eve, when you slowly descend! Grant me your veil of darkness And cast away my grief, Sing me to sleep
So the spheres are one, quiet in relief. Wrap it all in a mantle, The sound, the fury of men-Seated in our weariness.
Tell us your wise tale, time and again, So they will mourn, See those castles in the air And once all's said and done, Fall asleep then and there, Oh, stunning Eve, as you slowly descend! A data full of fantasies And verses I carry
As you gift me a wreath of yours, Place it on my head, Gently love my fragile frame. In waves swims close a slumber, Choir of the drowning stars And crickets- at once, together. The weary wind walks home Whistling after a long day's work-Leaves of grass, rustled, Swollen over the intruder alert. Lyrics-never-sung will remain so In league with hopes unmet, Shifting shapes will they travel The corners of my mind, the lunette, Oh, sweet Eve, as you slowly descend! Cloak the world with your clouds Golden on verge of the West, Play on if you will, joyful and blessed. That curtain you mend each day Becomes but a haven And to have it yet the way it is I want- calm, though tasted. How do I go after this mass, Fancying rooftops over my head! How many times, oh, how many times! How much I yearn for the not Like the sun on its edge! How do I fall before The sea and its endless sand sedge, Its vast abode of rising tides! Those tiny stars of yours Rest on my eyes, luminous and fine. Patient, they wait For me to arrive, they wait And then they hymn-"When will you be here In dark serenity, For the last lamp Burns on your side-In beauty and brevity?
A no man's land we stand in, And hope for you to come, To rise, and a lesson begin!”-This be the air I've learnt from them, The stars in your bosom, Oh, beloved Eve, as you slowly descend! Bury the sight-And reunite
Close to your heart dear, darkness and light.
Nishat Atiya Shoilee is a Lecturer in the Department of English and Humanities at ULAB.