In my view.

This is an attempt to translate the song Amar Mowte by Anupam Roy, from the movie Hemlock Society. My imperfect grasp of Bengali prevents me from doing an accurate literal translation....this is more of what I would have liked to interpret the song as.

Innumerable times I find myself
Contemplating before Your Abode.
I turn and return eventually.
In my view, there is none like You.

Innumerable times Your golden sunrays
Have come forward
To carry me through the rails of Your windows.
In my view there is none like You.

The path which leads to You
Is guarded by an army of logic.
The more I try to get past them
Using my poetry as a sheild,
The more I get Caught.
Am greeted by massive calculations
At Your door-step.
Attempting them is beyond me
And so I return confounded,
With no contact made.

Innumerable times have I broken the glass between us,
Stared at the shattered pieces,
In my view there is none like You.

Innumerable times have I soaked myself
In Your radiating Light
And sung my song to You,
In my view there is none like You.


This decaying existence is flooded
By Your Light occasionally,
But they are like the ripples of the river,
Which I could not gather eventually.
Or else all the cards I delt
Were bound to be futile,
Yet I played one last game
Amused at my attachments.

I hope to stand before You,someday
Just as I am.
Devoid of my assumed essentials.