You’ve never listened carefully to birds’ cry, If you had,
You would surely have heard my cries too.
If you’d loved trees you’d have sought my serenity,
If you had loved flowers and women
You would surely have loved me, too
And would not have turned opportunist.
I’m your enemy. Keep away and never come near me.
Don’t step on my shadow even,
Don’t raise your eyes and look at me,
Only hate me thoroughly and
Rest assured that I would never ask you to love me.
I love flowers, birds, trees, river, water, women,
Love, sky and the hills;
I have joined myself with them on the streets,
In the woods, fields and factories.
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman