XVIIISri Aurobindo
Translations
CWSA.- Volume 5
Part Two. Translations from Bengali
Section Three.
Chittaranjan Das
XVIII
O high stark Death, ascetic proud and free,
Draw back thy trident of eternity:
Leave, leave my days their natural life and death
Reclined in the heart’s grove, lulled with music’s breath.
The lotus of creation, like a rhyme
Trembling with its own joy and sorrow, long
On the harmonious ocean of old Time
Has floated, heaven above the infinite song.
O great last death of all, leave yet to stay
Or pass, to fade or bloom my little day.