I told Tagore,’I translated your poem it doesn’t make sense’.
The English words are hard to find.
So I left it as a draft you know .
Along came my daughter Selina,
I let her read the translation,
She looked at me with a question mark,
I don’t know Mom,this much I can say,
You cannot translate all his poems.
But remember this much I will say,
Can you translate, ‘A stitch in time saves nine’ in Bengali?
I got my answer I think,
and left the translation as a “DRAFT”!