A dead body of a bird was lying on the concrete
A roadside big tree spread its valuable shade
Over its body like a shroud.
Incense and perfumes are distributed
By all the spring flowers.
Mourning of trees and leaves were pierced
By the composed noon. Dusts from the fast-passing vehicles
Covered the body of the bird with a slate-colored sheet
After so much innate funeral ceremony
Dead blue-necked bird didn’t find
A grave for him in this city.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman