-Arif Moinuddin
It’s raining cats and dogs!
It’s the beginning of the month of August!
Who says, it’s raining?
It’s the rain of mourned tears!
The cloud shed mourned tears tirelessly.
You are the best son of thousand years,
who said, you left us forever?
You are along with my crystal clear character.
You are along with my compact motion.
You are along with my genuine characteristics.
You can only be compared to my clean character.
The month of August is started only.
The birds are carrying the message of mourn
from one hemisphere to another.
Every grass, creeper, plant, and tree of nature
put its green message,
You are the best son of thousand years.
Who says, you have left us forever?
You are with our unadulterated simplicity.
You are along with your dreamland green Bangla.
It’s the beginning of August,
one third of the earth remains under water,
therein lies mourning blue in that water body,
here you are the best son of thousand years,
who says, you left us?
You are here along with me
with your indomitable courage.
You are in my endless cries
and I am with your thunderous voice
like tsunami but you got no exit,
you are everywhere on earth.
Every year the month of August comes
when we got to have time to learn and take lessons!
Translated by M Mizanur Rahman
