Noboday Has Died Today Poem by Rayhan Rhyne

Once Yama asked a grave-digger, for whom have you dug grave today?
The grave-digger smiles, you know-
nobody has died in our city.

The grave-digger: eyes cleansed with death; death frozen in heart;
as though he himself is as abysmal as the underworld,
the most deserted grave.

Yama: with a body composed of terror, has to travel, as always,
with the helpless denying of men,
along the midday between life and death;
still, Death has made him after His own image,
as pathetic as himself.

Yama says, here’s my leave now, today.
The grave-digger says, so I also have been a bit more tipsy today.

Today nobody has died in our city.

(Translated From Bangla by Raihan Sharif)