LAST POEMS
THE GREAT SOUL COMES
Lo, the great soul comes!
The world shivers,
grass-blades thrilled,
conch-clarinet in heaven,
great gongs on the earth.
A great birth it is!
Forts of gloomy night
tremble and fall apart.
New hope brims,
it dawns on the hill-tops-
don't fear, don't fear anymore!
And the cosmos is wistful-
Lo, the great soul new comes.

transcreated from bengali original by rudra kinshuk