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The end

Language: English after the Bangla (Bengali)

It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.

When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn 
you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed, 
I shall say, "Baby is not there!"--mother, I am going.

I shall become a delicate draught of air and caress you; 
and I shall be ripples in the water when you bathe, 
and kiss you and kiss you again.

In the gusty night when the rain patters on the leaves 
you will hear my whisper in your bed, 
and my laughter will flash 
with the lightning through the open window 
into your room.

If you lie awake, thinking of your baby 
till late into the night,
I shall sing to you from the stars, 
"Sleep mother, sleep."

On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed, 
and lie upon your bosom while you sleep.

I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your eyelids
I shall slip into the depths of your sleep; 
and when you wake up and look round startled, 
like a twinkling firefly I shall flit out into the darkness.

When, on the great festival of puja, 
the neighbours' children come 
and play about the house, 
I shall melt into the music of the flute 
and throb in your heart all day.

Dear auntie will come with puja-presents 
and will ask,
"Where is our baby, sister?"
Mother, you will tell her softly,
"He is in the pupils of my eyes, 
he is in my body and in my soul."

Translation(s): FRE ITA

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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "La fin", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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La fin

Language: French (Français) after the English

Il est temps pour moi de m'en aller, mère ; je m'en vais.
Quand dans l'obscurité qui pâlit de l'aube solitaire
tu étends tes bras vers ton bébé dans le lit,
Je dirai, « Bébé n'est pas là ! » -- mère, je m'en vais.

Je deviendrai un délicat courant d'air et te caresserai ;
et je serai dans l'eau quand tu te baigneras,
et t'embrasserai et t'embrasserai encore.

Dans la nuit venteuse quand la pluie crépitera sur les feuilles
tu entendras mon chuchotement dans ton lit,
et mon rire brillera
avec l'éclair à travers la fenêtre ouverte
dans ta chambre.

Si tu es allongée éveillée, pensant à ton bébé
jusqu'à tard dans la nuit,
je te chanterai depuis les étoiles,
« Dors mère, dors. »

Sur les rayons de lune errants je volerai au-dessus de ton lit,
et je me poserai sur ton sein quand tu dormiras.

Je deviendrai un rêve, et et à travers tes paupières presque fermées
je me glisserai dans les profondeurs de ton sommeil ;
et quand tu t'éveilleras et regardera tout autour surprise,
comme une luciole scintillante je voletterai dans l'obscurité.

Quand, lors de la grande fête de la puja,
les enfants des voisins viendront
et joueront autour de la maison,
je fondrai dans la musique de la flûte
et je palpiterai dans ton cœur toute la journée.

La chère tantine viendra avec les cadeaux de la puja
et demandera,
« Où est notre bébé, ma sœur ? »
Mère, tu lui diras doucement
« Il est dans la pupille de mes yeux,
il est dans mon cœur et dans mon âme. »

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