E kul Bhange O kul Gore

The bank of river crumbles
While it rebuild the other side
This is the game of whimsical river

The fellow was a prince at the dawn
Becomes a pauper by the evening

On the isle of the same river
You simpleton, wish to build your home
Hoping for happiness

When the river demolished your home
You poor soul, couldn’t get back to the other side

This soil swallows up our body
This soil then rebuilds it back
I wonder who is that magnificent sculptor
Where does he live?

He makes us king in his royal court at night
He makes us beg for alms in the morning
But at the end of it all
We are just a fistful of ash
This is our destiny This is the game of life

Translation by Sankar Datta