SONG OF LIFE

You may aim to take away the sonnet of my soul
I will never part with it and you will fail.
You ask this place to let go of its own urban fable
I’ll never let him do it, and you may wail.
As I know how deep we are all engulfed
In the quicksand of our era and time
As I know how the wish of every dream
Is to unearth the lost word of rhyme.
The gentle whine of your vision
And the comfort of knowing that we live on,
The nightingales hum the song of life in the twilight
And they sing in the light of the dawn.
The partial veil over our identity
Yet the assurance of loving our life full-on
The nightingales hum the song of living in the twilight
And they sing in the light of the dawn.

All equilibrium may be lost in a momentary diction
But I will not be defeated, and I will never lose,
The highest bid may be for the soil beneath my feet
But I will never trade with my self and sell off my roots.
As I know how deep we are all engulfed
In the quicksand of our era and time
As I know how the wish of every dream
Is to unearth the lost word of rhyme.
The gentle whine of your vision
And the comfort of knowing that we live on,
The nightingales hum the song of life in the twilight
And they sing in the light of the dawn.
The partial veil over our identity
Yet the assurance of loving our life full-on
The nightingales hum the song of living in the twilight
And they sing in the light of the dawn.



- ‘Transcreated’ from Bechey Thakar Gaan, by Rupam Islam, OST "Autograph