Under the steadfast vigil
of the plestar,
all along the milky way,
I hear the steady tread of revolution
across the firmanent.
Millions are on their march.
Does it not raise
an answering echo in your heart?
Here, in the citadel of
inertia and stupidity, the somnolents lie prone
wielding their fly-whisks,
as they reminate over the past
and repeat their outworn cliches.
Sukanta Bhattacharya
[Translated from the original Bengali by Kshitis Roy]