Whenever I look you in the printed letters
In the pages of the book
You said, ‘I’m the vacant space
Between two lines’;
When I can not find you inside the photo album
You speak in low tone, ‘I am the white portion
Of the photograph’;
When I can’t find you among the intimate gossip
At the tea-table’
You say, ‘Every unspoken word is certainly me’
When I search you in this life, in reality
You replied pointing your finger
‘I’m that profound vacuum’.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman