Abu Hena Mostafa Kamal
A Poet - Poem by Abu Hena Mostafa Kamal
Dear God, a poet: at least many poets say you
Are a poet too.
They say it, because your fingertips make
The sunset beyond the mountains
Under the shade of the wide sky-leaf,
And deposit the hopes of a star On birds' eye-lids'
And your melodies tune up on the cloud's organ
Prompt on the first day of the rainy season.
I heard only this, because
I never have gone far from this city,
Not stayed beyond these dark lanes
And their shrouded surroundings
Denying their earnest call.
So please tell me, God,
Did you ever enter into a burning hell of agony
For a single piece of poetry?
Did you ever pace back and forth upon
The same street again and again?
Did you ever lay awake
So you could shine a lady's face with suitable words.
Then, tell me God, 'the poet',
Admit that you, too, are covered with your own blood,
You, too, are often mistaken
For just a remarkable metaphor.
[Translated from the Bengali by Hassanal Abdullah]
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