Al Mahmud Poems
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By Your Hand
I wish I ate the ancient koi of Kurulia
fried especially by your own hand.
I wish sitting like a crow in the veranda of Munsi House
I enjoyed your scrubbing.
Would you say then, 'Who the bull there?'
Nobody realises more than me
the beauty of waves of your black hair
broken down on back.
Yet you waiving your hands
showed me the way to the city.
[Translated by Sayeed Abubakar from Sonali Kabin]
Translator's not: Koi: A kind of fish
Partition Of Heritage
Why don't forget if you can?
Forget our walking nights accompanied by the Moon.
Forget the dewy grasses in the Niaz field.
Setting cold fingers into my pocket
you used to say, 'Don't mind, dear, I can't help doing it.'
The nightingale on the bough of Bakul tree burst into laughter.
Why don't wipe off if you can ?
Wipe off the black marks of coal from the wall.