You wanted silence from the thirst
A little movement was needed
For two of us to the same target
Moon called the night, saying – O night,
How much solitude you are in
In the dark moon?
Night didn’t reply.
Thirst and solitude
Both run to meet each other
Moon and Sun still immerse into solitude.
Am I the thirst?
Or are you solitude?
Or after hundreds of queries
Which didn’t break
The perpetual silence.
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman