Al Mahmud
Once we went on a journey
through a dense opaque fog.
Suddenly our path became illuminated
by the flash of light in horizon.
The smell of paddy floated in wind.
Forests got sonorous with the songs of birds.
Our hearts started floating
being altogether a wonderful picture of Nature.
Translated by Sayeed Abubakar
The yearning of the aged
(For beloved poet M.Mizanur Rahman)
Sabir Ahmed Choudhury
Very helpless I am the aged one
living in the old-asylum!
Nobody knows that fact
how sad time is gone!
Now none of the dearer relations
remains by my side!
Everyone appears to be busy
in respective works at home and abroad!
Everything is there
but none seems to be
of mine here!
This is what a cruel irony of destiny !
Remembering so many works I have done
putting so much labour, so much struggle
but now I am the burden of all!
Now priceless, I am undone!
The call of the setting sun to dusk is heard
Time is up for the flying bird!
The fourteen generations left us,
now bid me farewell,
and all of you stay happy and joyous.
This is what my heart’s yearning as well.
(Translated from Bengali by M.Mizanur Rahman)
