Sorrow weaves webs on the iris of Monalisa
I am in pain, in pain I live, my time passes in agony.
Days do not understand pains of the night
Clouds do not feel pains of the moon
Waves do not realise pain on the river-banks
Storms do not feel pains of the trees
Fishes do not understand pains of the water
You too do not feel my pain
I sleep day and night with mountain-load of cripple pain
I am in pain, in pain I live
I pass my days like this
Pains are like old snails
Creep under my chest.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman