Roaming with you
I hold the afternoon
In my palms.
Keeping no account of time
I suspend it from the sky
And find the sun nearer.
Myriads of hours after
In the periphery of mind
In a thawing pond.
Pathos of a Shalik
Has nested into my heart
Stepping away far, very faraway.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman