poet Rayhan Rhyne

Rayhan Rhyne

The Tale Of The Apples

Once intruding into an orchard, a hungry boy
Ate up some well-ripe apples,
Moreover, he hid some more beneath his wears.
The sentry saw this theft in his dreams while drowsing.

Soon the boy smelt the danger
and looked for a safe exit
and the guard of the garden kept his watch around.

Then from the distance was seen: the boy, running ahead
and the guard, chasing after.
The boy appealed, as fleeing, to the Lord divine
and explained how hungry he was,
and the guard prayed, chasing,
may I succeed, O Lord.

Then there was a magic!
The boy ran towards a jute-field turning into a hare;
The sentry ran after him in the form of a haunting dog.
The boy dove onto water being a fish;
The sentry at once attempts preying on appearing as a cormorant.
The boy ran on the surface of water as a leaping shrimp;
The sentry chased him being a duck.

The boy, now a tiny bird, was in the sky one day,
and the guard, a preying falcon, was after him.
One elbowed the crowd and got in a procession
on the road some day,
and the other aimed his gun at him for,
a taciturn policeman now he was.

Thus the ages go by.

We all sing a song of those red apples
as passing along the riverside in a cinnabar twilight of this earth,
Or, the song is of the river
that we sing in an apple-red twilight.
There is a fountain of life that lives, like the nature's flow,
at the heart of the river and the undercurrent;
We sing the song of life on a riverbank
in one cinnabar twilight
and praise the red apples
many a lot.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2012
Poem Edited: Friday, July 13, 2012

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(Translated from Bangla by Tapan Shahed)
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