The Survival Song

 This is an attempt to translate the song Benche Thakar Gaan by Anupam Roy.

If I see my poetry, my songs being snatched away,

I assure you I will offer resistance.

If I am asked to forget the tales of my city, my home,

I will not let that happen.

If suddenly, I find myself succumbing to the strife,

I promise to have order restored.

If I am asked to sell off

The soil bearing my roots,

I will withdraw from the bargain for sure.

Because,

I know quite well

How low is the quicksand sinking me every day.

And I am familiar with the desperation

Felt every night

Trying to re-establish the lost contact,

Trying to envelope thoughts with words.

Thus,

Let it be like this,

The complaining eyes

Showering tears on the soft pillows,

But the lips holding on to the survival song.

So,

Let the mask be on for the world,

While I nestle in Your comforting arms,

Happy amidst the tears,

Knowing it is the only way to survive.