Translation by Sri Nauduri Murty
You are neither the plaintiff nor the defendant
You have no business with the litigation here
But, watching the proceedings, you jumped into the abyss
Wagered with your soul and lost your stakes.
What is now left for you is to exit the place
Collecting the spilled spirit in the cup of your hands
The sporting of children with pebbles in the crimson evening sun
Is an evanescent song taking shape with nascent vocab.
A gust of zephyr down the hill caresses you ever so gently
And adieus giving you an identity, place and a nationality
How long can you stay put on the periphery?
You try to judge, slip, and join some bandwagon.
You reduce to a view in a dialectic that has no final say,
And from then on, look for a way out of the maze.
Not now anyway, but perhaps, at the end of the war
all of us come together after the retreat and laugh our hearts out.