Original : Assamese : Guna Moran
Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury
I frisson on seeing a snake
As if the long venomous tongue jutting out
Would bite me lethally
Instantly on seeing
But the number of death
Bitten by long pointed tongues
As thousand time less
Than the number killed by
Blunt tongues
Failure far exceeds the achievements
The fear of losing in achievement
Is not there in failure
As the fact
How heartbreaking is the sorrow
Of losing after having
Compared to
Not having at all
Is vivid in memory of the snake
It juts out its long forked tongue
So that none can settle at a desolate corner of its heart
The tongue is the impenetrable sentinel
Of the inner world of the snake
Visitor takes to its heels
On seeing the guard
But snake do not chase to bite anyone
Actually
All the snakes are innocent
We are indeed
Panicky.
