Often I see a restless horse in my dream
Running swaying it’s mane- crossing the woods, mountains and rivers,
Across the horizon in scarlet evening wind-
The whole woodland turns alive then
Melody plays its symphony over green leaves,
Bird sings, everything become conscious in happiness and emotion.
Then I discover myself under the cold moonlit
a shadowless infinite but empty soul,-
Oh what a wretched time it is!
Untold emptiness grasped my all surrounding,
I want to scream..
But the silence all the way returned from stone age
And represses my voice!
I have been watching a tree for such a long time.
At noon, when sunlight surges,
It spreads out its two youthful wings
Into the blue sky.
Like early morning prayers in endless green,
It wakes up silently
In a variety of colours.
Sometimes the light from the sky appears green too.
Earth, mountain, bird, deer,
Engrave themselves in my heart and
The beautiful wings of these riches
Turn this bluish time into something precious.
I touch infinity;
I touch the air.
My breath touches the trees as if
It is going to touch a star.
I am just a human stuck inside a narrow room;
How will I merge myself
With this endless blue sky?
So I wait for Ulysses.
You wake up in innocent words
Like the humble light,
And become history
In the bubbling blasts of light.
Nowadays just to see you
My thrust quenches every day,-
If reincarnation existed I would have become a tree
In vermillion dawn or never-ending evening
I would have vaporized as an awaiting candle
Into the nature and earth-
Only for you is this hustle of words-
Sometimes as pictures, sometimes as fog
As ocean, as sky, – sometimes as fragrant Bokul in garden.
Just to see you- my poems
Flies in the sky like lost birds,
Moonlit touches the garden of blooming flowers
Whispers everywhere- what thoughts are you sharing, with whom?
Just to see you- all the dead rivers
Has become alive, became youthful with sheer water.
The clouds have come from ancient India,
Only for you- rain is pouring
After a long time, vast field has become filled
With green grass, with young bushes
After a long time, for you
One tear drop from my eye has sparked
Into a fire-ball, today…
A Bunch of Poems
I wish I were sunshine
In the morning,
I wish to touch the sky
And go beyond the towering clouds
I wish I could twine light rays with the kite
I wish to take your hands
And roam all over the globe.
When you first came
I turn out to be a beggar
I forgot everyone’s whereabouts
I am a person without caste,
In the liquid golden light of dawn
I lost everything except you.
Let’s go to any of the skies
The caged birds will fly away
The flowers of the blue sky
Shall drop down in pain,
The day I will get lost
You will seek me urgently
I shall return again
Like the roses of melancholia
How do you bear
All these thorns of thousand pains
Life in this world shall not
Fill up with garlands of happiness…
The Blue Envelope
Moving some old papers,
I found your letter,
With my name written on a
On the wings of a butterfly,
My daughter flew to me,
Snatched the letter like a bird.
She looked at the letter,
Turned it this way and that.
“Your letter! Twenty years old!
“Wow! A blue envelope!
“Heard it was used to send letters
To loved ones!”
“Yes dear. Now put it down.”
“So heavy! What is in it?”
“You children use Facebook,
“WhatsApp, Skype now.”
“And you people used to use blue envelopes?”
I shushed her, placing my finger
On her lips.
My daughter asked me, “What is in this . . . ?”
Last night when I opened your letter once again,
A river thrashed about outside my window.
At the sound of the waves,
The trees unfolded their branches as birds unfold their wings!
The entire night sky descended
Into my small room!
The loveliness of sparkling light,
The sweetness of many rhymes,
This Milky Way of
Happiness and sorrow
Put a full stop to all my utterance!
Still, while entering this unique juncture
Of strange words,
A storm scattered everything.
A lonesome melancholy awakened my feelings.
All my tears started falling
Like countless drops of rain,
Like a newly emerging butterfly.
Like the winter’s arid trees
And the darkness covered door frame,
After days, months, years,
Today I became eternal!
Lost in a hungry, bottomless void,
One truth voiced itself over and over again,
I love you! I love you! I love you!
I lift my hand to touch someone;
No, there is no one there.
Only a soundless, enchanting
Fragrance of darkness consumes me!
As if someone passed by stealthily
Under the cover of darkness.
And the river behind my eyes
Still flows in front of my window.
(Translated by Anika Tahsin.
The poretry named ‘The Bunch of Poems’ translated by Mohammad Sidequr Rahman)