Salient. Victoria University Student Newspaper. Vol 35 no. 14. 28 June 1972
Seven Stars in the Sky
Seven Stars in the Sky
When this constellation of seven stars burns in the sky, I sit on the grass; the red clouds seem lost in the waves of the Ganga, drowned like dead birds, as the quiet devoted blue dusk of Bengal returns like a beautiful girl with the tresses of night to the sky — her wandering locks fall on my eyes and on my face — never have I seen her before on any of the roads of this earth that I have walked.
Her long dark tresses rain countless kisses on the many trees of Bengal;
I have walked the many roads of this earth but never have I known such fragrance
as from her lovely chignon: the soft smell of grain, fragrance of acquatic shrubs, the featers of a swan, the grass, the waters of a lake, a vague piscine odour, the cold moist fingers of a girl after washing rice, a rare grass trampled by adolescent feet, the tired silence of a pained fragrance from the red fruit of the banyan: amidst all this is the heart of Bengal — when seven stars burn in the skies, I realise this.
(translated from the Bengali by Pritish Nandy)