Darkest Of Nights (A Transcreation Of Tagore's Satiira Rajani) Poem by Debayudh Chatterjee

Darkest of nights she's aroused in plight as stands an empty bower

Blows a soothing breeze, the lass alone pleas, at a desolate hour



And on the blue sky, streams of stars fly, the Yamuna enchants notes

The orchards murmur, ripples and waves spur, honeybees’ antidote



With lovelorn eyes, towards the path lies a yearning maiden’s heart

Before she could see, garlands got weaved of wild flowers apart



And then she glanced at the wisp of an eye and threw away those flowers

And cried out loud- Ye, mates hear His flute fills up the bower…”



The night enlivens and across the plain, the tune reverberates

Rivers rejoice and join the choir and calm the lovelorn mates



And the poet says, Eh listen oh dark cad, the maiden awaits thy charm

Thus pour thy love in pious tones and heal her with your warmth….”