That love of yours
Sufia Kamal
I’ve taken possession of that love of yours
that fills the earth’s vessel till it overflows,
filling my eyes, filling my heart,
and filling my two hands.
How unbearable is this joy, that this love is so intense.
With the touch like arrows of its golden rays
the inner bud blooms, as quickly as grass.
Illumined in my heart, it brings jewel-inlaid riches;
that’s why I’m wealthy, my joy will not perish.
With images ever new, this world has gratified me,
given as it is to praise, to perfumed blossoms dripping honey.
The diurnal light of sun, at every watch of the night,
merging hour by hour with your love’s every letter, will set.
Ever-new messages I hear;
my heart is overcome – so in love I compose my answering letter.
Warmed from the Sindhu’s expanse of river,
these clouds upon clouds of gentle moist air
ever bring these love letters, then carry them afar.
The eager heart grows devoted as an unmarried girl,
so it longs to compose scores upon scores
of ever-new messages of love and amours.
The heart fills with joy, grows voluble,
so I’ve gathered hence,
from the mortal earth, from the horizon’s expanse:
impassioned, illumined, that love of yours.
Translated by Carolyne Wright with Ayesha Kabir
Song
M.Mizanur Rahman
Let me sing today a song of love in the ocean of sorrow.
Why should I brood over what would happen tomorrow?
Life is itself a drama that let us act in accordance with time.
Never be sad in any event of sorrow or sadness, think sublime.
What’s to fear of risk in life when none but myself to act
this struggle, I have to wade away the troubled ocean in fact.
Let me sing a song of life where there’s no clash of interests,
where human aptitude must have consideration at right earnest.
Here everybody has to live working hand in hand. Why’s clash?
Let’s sing in unison where human bond of love must flash.
The flowers of varied colours blossom and bloom for all of us
Where nature shows us interest-free love, where there’s no clash.
Let’s learn it from nature that it’s not fighting war of human fools
But loving each other like scented flowers without warring tools.
