Bengali nights

I just realise the GO-FAR team will be setting off to Bangladesh in 9 days time, yet the video team are still not quite sure what we wanna do.

In any case, revisit Bengali love with Jibanananda Das,

If I were a wild-drake

Wild-duck, if you were

Somewhere on the horizon on the bank of Jolsirhi river

By a paddy field

Amidst slander reed

Resting in a tranquil nest,

Then on this Phalgun night

Watching the moon rising at the backdrop of Jhau branches

We, leaving the scent of low-land water,

Would have floated ourselves in the silvery crop of the sky -

Your wing touching mine, my wing feeling your blood beat -

Blue sky studded with numerous stars like the golden flowers of Khoi field,

In the green thick nest of Shirees forest

Like the golden egg

Phalgun moon

Perchance the sound of a gun-fire:

Our sharp movement,

Pumping ecstasy in our wing,

We sing the song of northern wind

Perchance the sound of a gun-fire again:

We are silent,

We are at peace

Life’s piecemeal death would not have been there;

Would not have been frustration and darkness of life’s piecemeal desires;

If I were a wild-drake

Wild-duck, if you were

Somewhere on the horizon on the bank of Jolsirhi river

By a paddy field.