āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž : āĻāϰāĻŽ āĻŽā§āϞā§āϝ (The last bargain) āϰāĻŦā§āύā§āĻĻā§āϰāύāĻžāĻĨ āĻ āĻžāĻā§āϰ | the last bargain poem in bengali
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āĻāϰāĻŽ āĻŽā§āϞā§āϝ (The last bargain) – āϰāĻŦā§āύā§āĻĻā§āϰāύāĻžāĻĨ āĻ āĻžāĻā§āϰ
“āĻā§ āύāĻŋāĻŦāĻŋ āĻā§ āĻāĻŋāύ⧠āĻāĻŽāĻžā§, āĻā§ āύāĻŋāĻŦāĻŋ āĻā§ āĻāĻŋāύā§?”
āĻĒāϏāϰāĻž āĻŽā§āϰ āĻšā§āĻāĻā§ āĻšā§āĻāĻā§ āĻŦā§ā§āĻžāĻ āϰāĻžāϤ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāύā§āĨ¤
āĻāĻŽāύāĻŋ āĻāĻŦā§ āĻšāĻžā§, āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ
āĻĻāĻŋāύ āϝ⧠āĻāϞ⧠āϝāĻžā§,
āĻŽāĻžā§āĻžāϰ ‘āĻĒāϰ⧠āĻŦā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŽ āĻšāϞ āĻĻāĻžā§āĨ¤
āĻā§āĻ āĻŦāĻž āĻāϏā§, āĻā§āĻ āĻŦāĻž āĻšāĻžāϏā§, āĻā§āĻ āĻŦāĻž āĻā§āĻāĻĻā§ āĻāĻžā§āĨ¤
āĻŽāϧā§āϝāĻĻāĻŋāύ⧠āĻŦā§ā§āĻžāĻ āϰāĻžāĻāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāώāĻžāĻŖ-āĻŦāĻžāĻāϧāĻž āĻĒāĻĨā§,
āĻŽā§āĻā§āĻ-āĻŽāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻ āϏā§āϤā§āϰ-āĻšāĻžāϤ⧠āϰāĻžāĻāĻž āĻāϞ āϰāĻĨā§āĨ¤
āĻŦāϞāϞ⧠āĻšāĻžāϤ⧠āϧāϰā§, “āϤā§āĻŽāĻžā§
āĻāĻŋāύāĻŦ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§āϰā§āĨ¤”
āĻā§āϰ āϝāĻž āĻāĻŋāϞ āĻĢā§āϰāĻŋā§ā§ āĻā§āϞ āĻāĻžāύāĻžāĻāĻžāύāĻŋ āĻāϰā§āĨ¤
āĻŽā§āĻā§āĻ-āĻŽāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻĢāĻŋāϰāϞ āϰāĻžāĻāĻž āϏā§āύāĻžāϰ āϰāĻĨā§ āĻā§ā§āĨ¤
āϰā§āĻĻā§āϧā§āĻŦ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻžāϰā§āϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻ āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻĢāĻŋāϰāϤā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āĻŽ āĻāϞāĻŋāĨ¤
āĻĻā§ā§āĻžāϰ āĻā§āϞ⧠āĻŦā§āĻĻā§āϧ āĻāϞ āĻšāĻžāϤ⧠āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāϰ āĻĨāϞāĻŋāĨ¤
āĻāϰāϞ⧠āĻŦāĻŋāĻŦā§āĻāύāĻž, āĻŦāϞāϞā§,
“āĻāĻŋāύāĻŦ āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§ āϏā§āύāĻžāĨ¤”
āĻāĻāĻžā§ āĻāϰ⧠āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻĨāϞāĻŋ āĻāϰāϞ⧠āĻāύāĻžāĻā§āύāĻžāĨ¤
āĻŦā§āĻāĻž āĻŽāĻžāĻĨāĻžā§ āύāĻŋā§ā§ āĻā§āĻĨāĻžā§ āĻā§āϞā§āĻŽ āĻ āύā§āϝāĻŽāύāĻžāĨ¤
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āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āϏ⧠āĻŦā§āϰāĻŋā§ā§ āĻāϞ āĻŦāĻā§āϞāϤāϞāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāĻā§āĨ¤
āĻŦāϞāϞ⧠āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻāϏā§, “āϤā§āĻŽāĻžā§
āĻāĻŋāύāĻŦ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻšā§āϏā§āĨ¤”
āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋāĻāĻžāύāĻŋ āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāϞ⧠āĻŽāĻŋāϞāĻŋā§ā§ āĻāϞ āĻļā§āώā§;
āϧā§āϰ⧠āϧā§āϰ⧠āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧠āĻā§āϞ āĻŦāύāĻāĻžā§āĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āĻļā§āĨ¤
āϏāĻžāĻāϰāϤā§āϰ⧠āϰā§āĻĻ āĻĒā§ā§āĻā§ āĻĸā§āĻ āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§āĻā§ āĻāϞā§,
āĻāĻŋāύā§āĻ āύāĻŋā§ā§ āĻā§āϞ⧠āĻļāĻŋāĻļā§ āĻŦāĻžāϞā§āϤāĻā§āϰ āϤāϞā§āĨ¤
āϝā§āύ āĻāĻŽāĻžā§ āĻāĻŋāύ⧠āĻŦāϞāϞā§,
“āĻ āĻŽāύāĻŋ āύā§āĻŦ āĻāĻŋāύā§āĨ¤”
āĻŦā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāϞāĻžāϏ āĻšāϞ āϤāĻāύāĻŋ āϏā§āĻāĻĻāĻŋāύā§āĨ¤
āĻā§āϞāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻŦāĻŋāύāĻžāĻŽā§āϞā§āϝ⧠āύāĻŋāϞ āĻāĻŽāĻžā§ āĻāĻŋāύā§āĨ¤
About the Poem
The poem was translated by Rabindranath himself under the “The last bargain” and it was published in his book “The cresent Moon” along with other poems.
Here is the translated version of this poem:
“Come and hire me,” I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, “I will hire you with my power.”
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.
In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors.
I wandered along the crooked lane.
An old man came out with his bag of gold.
He pondered and said, “I will hire you with my money.”
He weighed his coins one by one, but I turned away.
It was evening. The garden hedge was all aflower.
The fair maid came out and said, “I will hire you with a smile.”
Her smile paled and melted into tears, and she went back alone into the dark.
The sun glistened on the sand, and the sea waves broke waywardly.
A child sat playing with shells.
He raised his head and seemed to know me, and said, “I hire you with nothing.”
From thenceforward that bargain struck in child’s play made me a free man.