The Light of the Earth
At last, I've captured the light of the earth in my courtyard.
That's a new story, a new jubilation of the sea;
The wave goes away; soon it comes back to me
And the century's hungry compass rotates on its own orbit.
Thereafter, I have quickly embraced it. It was trembling, but
Showing my smiling face, I sucked its poison with my eyes.
I've Walked far to the edge of salty, translucent memories.
Leaves of Trees danced to the whistling tones of doves and robins.
A luxurious life is cracked with clumsy interior.
I've heard all attentively sitting on a waterbed.
I've seen a group old poets rushing towards me with
Annoyed faces, squandering the neighborhood, pushing knives
Through word's heart. Still, I've tasted all the flavors of the world;
Time gave it to me, and made them crazy indeed.
Translated from the Bengali by Nazrul Islam Naz
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