Sunday Translation By Asim Bhattacharya (original : Dr. Sunil Kumar Sharma)

To the brim

When everything will come to an end

This body and mind

Will mingle with the earth.

This ego and wealth

Will become meaningless,

This agony and anguish

Will annihilate into ashes.

The senses and faith

Will evaporate as fumes.

Love will escape alive as a flame

From the corpus;

And will roam like a recluse

About the universe in silence;

Will resonate the void

As poems do;

Will fly on the wings of desire to reunite.

Love will incarnate once again.

Love will be alive.

If it is a dream,

The ‘eternal truth’ will stand as the charioteer

On its chariot.

It will be another reunion, my love.

Looking at the mole on your lips

I will be brimming with you.

We shall surely reunite

On salvation from the body.