Writer of Illusions NOT, Rabindranath Tagore, 1888.

Mora jole sthole kotho chhole maya jaalo gaanthi | While being bound we, the illusory, will 
still create myths whose stories abound. Mora shopono rochana kori alosh noyon gori | 
Building dreams our eyes pass time in leisure. Gopon e hridoye poshi kuhoko - ashono paathi|
Believing this we take the stories secretly into our hearts. As we lay them in front of the 
road ahead they become friends. Mora modiro thorongo thuli basantha sangeeth | These 
illusions play with seasons and make notation of spring. Durasha jaagaye praane praane| 
But they have stolen hope from every soul and songs will not cure melody that has been
removed. Adho -thaane bhanga -gaane bhromor gunjorakul bokuler pathi | Even spring's bees 
and birds have unrealized longings. Noro nari - hiya mora baandhi maya paashe| Kotho bhul 
kore thaara, kotho kaandhe haanshe |Capturing every man and woman, illusions have locked 
humans. They err and make regrets known through wailing. Maya pore chhaya pheli miloner 
maajhe animaan -abhimaan | Casting spells we make humans our playthings eager to display 
their pride. Birohi shopone koye miloner shaathi |In such a guise, we claim revolutionary 
dreams redeem humans bringing them closer to one and other. Cholo shokhi ,cholo | 
kuhokswaponkhela be cholo | Come companions, our play is nearly over. Nobino hridoye rochinobo preme chhol. Let us, instead, fill new hearts with love| promode katabo nobo bashanter 
raati | Submitting to spring, we await nights. |Mora maya jaal gaanthi. How splendidly do 
illusions create myths whose stories abound. Tagore, 1888.