By Jatindra Nath Duwara
True, everything lies as before Yet something seems amiss, The frenzied winds of the past Has blown it away by some way. Does the melody sound still Quivering the leas of Assam ? Is that melody still heard Upon the wide bosom of the Luit ? Who has robbed me today Of the blissful dreams of youth ? Who has laid his cruel hands On the strings of my endearing veena ? The fallen leaves come flying to say There's no space on the laps of trees The boatman with a heavy heart Listlessly oars away downstream.
[Translated by Krishna Dulal Barua]
Jatindra Nath Duwara (b.1892-d.1964) was a notable Assamese poet.
Krishna Dulal Barua is a prominent translator and writer based in Nagaon, Assam. He received the Katha Award for translation in 2005. He can be reached at email@example.com