Swatantra Sonnet 196 Poem by Hassanal Abdullah

Spreading the gaps, stars spin away from each other.
Repulsion, thus, the virtue of the universe.
Starting with Big Bang, it goes for eternity.
Truth that's enchanted at the vast sky overhead
is good being away from each other's odor—
sidereal emotions make the cosmos worse.
Hovering closer upholds the chance of pity!

They stay in pairs despite the distance between them—
observe the glow of celestial radiation.
Through nuclear explosions, pulsating power,
they concentrate on the motion of their mind's thread.
Eternal light's never seemed to be the problem.
Survival, in all sense, becomes a tradition;
staying afar, stars, too, drench luster round the hour.


Translated from the Bengali by the Poet