One day under an wonderful moonlight
While I was passing
I saw a primeval bird drinking the moon
Tearing it into pices, devouring the silence of moonlit night
With its piercing claws
The carnivorous opened the breast of the moon
Sharp beaks shoved into its silver heart
Blood covered its yellow body entirely
Still the bird went on playing
The cruel game of bloodshed.
Suddenly, the moon-devouring bird
Rose to its wings for fear of life
At it sensed the presence of human beings.
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman