An epistle of sublime talent....

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,

O thou of evil luck,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou of evil luck,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou of evil luck,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart,
and let it burn alone.

THE MASTERPIECE:

jadi tor daak shune keu naa aashe tabe ekla chalo re,
tabe ekla chalo, ekla chalo, ekla chalo, ekala chalo re.

jadi keu kathaa naa kaya, ore ore o abhaagaa,
jadi sabaai thaake mukha phiraaye sabaai kare bhaya,
tabe paraana khule o tui mukha phute tora manera kathaa, ekalaa balo re


jadi sabaai phire jaaya, ore ore o abhaagaa,
jadi gahana pathe jaabaara kaale keu phire naa chaaya,
tabe pathera kaantaa o tui raktamaakhaa charanatale ekalaa dalo re


jadi aalo naa dhare, ore ore o abhaagaa,
jadi jhara-baadale aandhaara raate duyaara deya ghare,
tabe bajraanale aapana bukera paanjara jbaaliye niye ekalaa jbalo re.

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http://har.blogs.com/sounds/files/kishore_kumar_jadi_tor_daak_shune.mp3