I Am Poem by Matin Bairagi

I, this sound is of God, of His man and of His holy book
A sound of arts, of beauty and of creativity
A sound of dead nights, a sound of forests, of lions and of rats
A sound of mountains and of fountains, of the sky and of clouds
A sound of saint Dadhici, of Dhritorashtra and of wily Krishna
A sound of body'constancy
A dancin' delight of the self all around
I start singin', I start laughin' and roamin'
And this body starts fleein' from the crowded habitat

I, this sound is of God, of His man and of His holy book
And a sound of daylong jingling rain
And wailing of imperilled grief fastened with chain
I am like what I in me belong
I rise and fall. An agile speed of my fancies stroll
I am embraced by arms rousing the moments of immortal memories
I am a paused love with slipping of the self

I am the Veda and the verses of the rural couplets
And I, the lost the laws and a poet's delight, go and come at large

I, this sound is of God, of His man and of His holy book

Translated by Abul Kayyum