When one day I'll leave this body once for all --
Shall I never return to this world any more?
Let me come back
On a winter night
To the bedside of any dying acquaintance
With a cold pale lump of orange in hand.
Some artists are embodied by a single work.
For me, one such artist/work is this poem by Bengali poet Jibanananda Das,
which I found translated into English on Wikipedia, without citation.
I do not know who translated it. Google only points to mirrors of the Wikipedia page.
I am not familiar with anything else by this man who is now dead.
I do not know if this is the entire poem, or only an excerpt.
(If you know Bengali, perhaps you can help me.)