AL MUJAHIDI[1]
Fanciful Painting
– Our planet is going to be destroyed at midnight
At this intense ruin, how could you remain solemn, O woman?
I sing the hymn of silence.
– There’s no one called Supreme Being golden provisions?
I sing the hymn of silence.
Have you ever went to the aerial of ocean and forest?
Yes.
The immense water and glittering winged fishes of the ocean
I talk with the middle-class insects
Of the dark dense darkness Earth. From the deep womb of Time
Rise up the present future.
I recreate all through the day and night
A fanciful painting. (Translated by: Siddique Mahmudur Rahman)
[1] Al Mujahidi (b. 1943), first book of poems ‘Hemloker Peyala