Ecalyptus (Debdaru by Kabir Suman)

Even though he’s gone, the touch of his hand on mine 
Will persist like the memories that surrender
Where the lone Eucalyptus 
Bows down its head

Even though he’s gone, a sudden whiff of night jasmine
Turns the morning entirely his own
Remembrances transform 
A moment into eternity

Even though he’s gone, the touch of his hand on mine 
Will persist like the memories that that surrender
Where the lone Eucalyptus 
Bows down its head

Even though he’s gone, the eternal play of ebb and tide
Will not cease to caress the waters of the river
Down a familiar lane I will walk
At one with his memories

Even though he’s gone, he really hasn’t has he?
Like so many who never really leave us
The steamer sets off for the horizon
Sending waves galore to the shore

Even though he’s gone, the touch of his hand on mine 
Will persist like the memories that that surrender
Where the lone Eucalyptus 
Bows down its head

(Translated by Samarpan Dutta)