Among hundreds of roses
Of which some are bolloed, some are buds
If if ask me
Which one shall I select?
I’ll take unhesitetingly
My favourise black one.
Everybody runs after beauty
Discarding the black
We forget everything
When we see white skin
Earth’s eternal beauty
Only lies in black
We adore the moonlit light
As there’s moon-less night.
Tranaslated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman