He walks about like a mad man,
No day, no night, does he know.
He has fallen in love, they say,
Fallen in those cavernous depths
Of no return.
For his sins, he claims,
He has found absolution.
For his invisible flaws, he rants,
He has found his remedy.
Woe, for Love has blinded him,
For he has loved another blindly!
He burns, friends, day and night.
The vision of perfection has inflamed him!
The balm of his sorrows,
His vision has consumed him.
From these mortal cliffs,
He has plunged himself,
Into the heart of eternity.
In his fall, he rejoices!
In his joy, he loves!
In love, he perishes!
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today,
To mourn our loss of this man!
We had all loved him so,
To Love now, have we lost him!
Pray, let us lament this man!
Pray, let us lament his fall!
For Sourav Chatterjee―
Osnabrück, Śrāvaṇa Śuklā Aṣṭamī.
The 14th of August in 2013.