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Gáner e gauṋgottarii ságarer páne dháy,
Kona upaler bádhá e máne ná,
Sumukhe path kare jáy.
Dhvani esechilo kon anádi hate,
Bhese calechilo káleri srote.
Bandhur path dhare shata bádháte,
E saritá náce suradháráy.
Dhvanir neiko sheś nei gánero,
Jeman neiko sheś jiivanero.
Egiye calái káj bhule sav bhaya-láj
Bheuṋge andhakár káráy.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 23/2/85
This perennial river of song races on to the ocean,
Heeding no pebbly barriers,
Eternally coursing ahead.
Sound emerges from an unkonown beginninglessness,
Drifting along currents of time.
Facing numerous obstacles over rugged paths;
This river dances upon streams of melody.
Sound and song are endless, as is life,
Their mission is to forge ahead,
Forgetting fear and shyness,
Smashing shackles of darkness.
[Here the author’s response becomes clear to the doubts expressed in the poem he has quoted above.]