This night is endless
The rice jars are empty
My eyes fill with tears
and my heart is anguished
How will I look after my mother?
I cannot stay much longer.
I hear the mountains tremble
as the people march upon them
and the mansions of the rich crumble
Do not keep me, then, mother
as I too must go
to make the bright sun rise.
Translated from the Bangla; translator unknown