A Poetic Translation of Shakti Chattopadhyay I May Leave, But Why Should I

Thinking, turning back is better Handful of darkness Traces through all these years Never thought about you, deeply within! Now, halted night standing still, beside the ditch The moon calls – rush to me, now! Now, the river Ganges and the shore along her, Remembers the moment of incarnation, in burning woods. I may leave, but why should I? I may leave, toward any pathway But, why should I? I will kiss the face of my son I will leave But, not this moment. I will take you, all, with me. I will not leave, alone, untimely.