Don’t wait for me any longer, folks.
The day’s drawing on,
You’d better set out now.
I’ll take a little time.
I’m not quite unencumbered like you people:
If I sit down somewhere,
Huge branches start to sprout within my breast,
And from my feet
Great roots begin to grow.
I can’t rush out as soon as you snap your fingers.
So just you move on, folks,
Don’t sit waiting for me any longer:
I’m going to be late.
Translated from the Bangla by Sukanta Chaudhuri