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
How far Man has advanced!
Hypnotised by ceaseless shower
I am sitting on my own heels
While planting the tender paddy seedlings
into the soil, thick and soft like khir, I thought
the soil to be my beloved wife who
like a piece of boggy land, uncovers all her fertility