The soft fragrance of my jasmine
Floats on the breeze
Plays with the hand of the wind,
Is setting off in search of you.
The soft fragrance of my jasmine
Has curled around my wrists,
My arms, my throat.
It has woven chains about me.
It lurks in the fogging night,
Seeps through the darkening cold.
Rustling through the leafy thicket,
It's setting off in search of you.
Translated by Patricia L. Sharpe
This is a beautifully crafted philosophical interpretation of one's significant contribution to the society. This is indeed a joy to read Fahmida's poetry. Thanks. The soft fragrance of my jasmine Plays with the hand of the wind, Seeps through the darkening cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully presented with marvellous collocation. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.