The Head-Bed.

For your intellect,
The artist makes you,
His head bed.

As you read his art,
You wonder and share,
As you are a per-dominating link,
Within your unconscious,
Stored are the things.

The body has its plasticity,
And the artist stimulates its floor,
You discover the opening of hidden doors.

by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

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Who is this Banalata Sen? A modernist, post-modernist or contemporary Bengali lady or not? A lady from East Bengal or West Bengal? Is it the Dark Lady of William Shakespeare or the Helen of Faustus? Who is she after after all? A nautch girl replica of the king's durbar or the terracotta plate depicting frescoes and figurines in love and relationship? The poet's imagination or daydreaming? The nightly kaaminis or the morning-time rajanianidha blooms? Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
I want the bengali .
The translation can give you only the 10% of the poem. It is not possible provide the most famous alliteration of Bengali literature in English.
This poem owes so much from Edgar Allan Poe's Helen, thy beauty is to me
Wow. This is a great poet. I was born in Bengal and lived my life elsewhere. I can scarcely speak Bengali now, and have got used to the idea that I do not belong there or even in India. Yet Jibanananda's work takes me back deep into a place inside myself I had long forgotten, where I was supposed to have belonged. His lyrical edge moves me to tears, even in translation.
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