Arkayan Poem by Pradip Saikia

At what fathom of depth of my sleep
Have you sprouted
Is the mist enveloping there
In the shadows of thegateways
You are swimming there
Splashing waves in my dreams
O the little sun in the golden bowl

ON THE OTHER SIDEOF THE BLACK SUNSKola Surjyaborar Sipare - Page 142
On the other side of the black suns
A white sun

On the other side of
Storm
Rain
Sky
A bluish sun

Through the deep darkness
Of the dark faces
A stream of golden water

In the still clarity
The visible voice
Of an ancient conch

On the other side of the black suns
On the other side of the dark faces

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury