Sukumar Ray

(30 October 1887 - 10 September 1923 / Calcutta / India)

The King of Bombaria


In the land of Bombaria
The customs are peculiar.
The king, for instance, advocates
Gilded frames for chocolates.
The queen, who seldom goes to bed
Straps a pillow round her head.
The courtiers- or so I'm told-
Turn cartwheels when they have a cold:

... The King's old aunt- an autocrat-
Hits pumpkins with her cricket bat
While Uncle loves to dance Mazurkas
Wearing garlands strung with hookaha.
All of this, though mighty queer,
Is natural in Bombaria.

[Original: 'Bombagarer Raja' (Bengali), Translated by: Satyajit Ray (the able son of Sukumar Roy)]

Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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