Aunt's Daughter Poem by Jahir Hasan

My aunt's daughter, you are having bath and are washing cloths in the bathroom
What the hell you are reading in the room dawn to dusk
My aunt's daughter, keeping jesmines in your palm and smelling
You are caressing the kid fisking around the pigeon-hole

Your goat and my calf use to graze in the same field.
My wind blows chasing your cloud for nothing

My fate remains filled with rusty rice
Your plait is like the string of Kali Dhan

Sketching a picture of you on a kite under a palm-tree
In a broad daylight I keep on flying the kite to far flung secretly

The nearest Kadambagarden feels my rain-hugged conduct
To you, a little bit more than everyone

To whom do I share my such kind of grief
And finally my gracious, please have pity on me!


Translated by Hosen Motahar