Festival Of Sin Poem by Pradip Saikia

If it is spring
Even without the blooming of flowers
Then
It is the forest festival today

Your face in the night
When flowers do not bloom
A Sailboat with dark sails and almond eyes

Whose darkness of the tresses of hair
Is like that of a gurgling river

Let the moon shine accumulate upto a neckful
Let the fire of the reed become water

Today
The stone will remove its garb of a nymph
Sitar will play
Jasmine and snake will sleep together

Today it is the last day of spring
From
Blue to blue
Festival of sin
From this end to end


# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury