Above my head lies a water-filled cloud
Is nothing but you,
In hot dry summer a heavy shower on my yard
Is nothing but you.
To a tired eyes of thirsty traveler soft refreshing rain
Is nothing but you
At the end of fierce scorching heat on noon a cool calm evening
Is you, you and you;
Around this desert panorama there’s dense green of Prairie
It is called after you
In my grey-world of eyes hypnotic call of eternal green
Is nothing but you
A beloved dream river in the basin of my memory
Is nothing but you.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman