My Beloved Poem by Mustofa Munir

I'm the traveler, the southwardly wind,
Toward an unknown land I began travelling at the end
Of spring! The land where neither death nor night exists!
At the parting moment heart fills with happy tears,
Delight'd I'm with those memories!
Thou didst love me
Before I lov'd thee,
On my bosom and face the cool light
Of love dropeth first from thy virgin heart!
The colorful deluge of excitement
And happiness touch'd my broken heart!
That pleasure I recall,
That glowing loving memory I feel,
My Life and birth are gratified!
Death I can take with content
Today! Before I lov'd thee,
Thou didst love me,
Today many times
I kiss on thy name with that bliss!


Remembering me, O dear, -in one night if in thy heart
Pain thou feelest while sleeping on someone's chest,
Consider this troublesome, the menace breath'd his last!
Never again none shall come to kiss on thy lotus-feet
With carnal pleasure! Dead is he, the restless, insatiate,
Ever-selfish, greedy, —
Becometh immortal—in thy love he will be
Deathless forever with torment
Of poison— the nilkantha Poet!

[Dulon-chapa]




Original Poem: Pujarini by Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam
Last two stanzas of 'Pujarini' of Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam
Translated by: Mustofa Munir ©