By Sanghita Sanyal
Sanjukta Dasgupta’s translations are like a magic-touch that makes Tagore’s personal contexts of loss and deep, microscopic observations of a (Bengali) woman’s quality of life in a nineteenth century (Bengali) household is directly out on paper, in ironic terms, understandable and relatable for a wider range of audience.
Tag: Rabindranath Tagore
By Mursalin Mosaddeque
When the twilight’s shade sees the birds returning home,
When the bells of the evening prayer ring,
Then this life will burn its last remaining flames.