'I saw she was sleeping,
her eyes were closed.
A sleeping princess in a castle
near the mountain down.
No body was there -
Only she with her body,
was lying in the bed.
Lying - The Beauty that I found
after thousand years on the earth.
Closed eyes - The Skinny white hands
Were on her chest,
No life was there -
In that stoned figure
There was no heart at all.
Perhaps there was -
But not for me as I thought.
So I couldn't wake her,
Though I believe
She will be alive one day,
May be you can wake her
by your touch......'
Thus Kumar ended his story of love.
And we all listened.
(Extracts from the poetry 'Poroshpor' by Jibanananda Das')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem