MANIRUZZAMAN[1]
Your Love
If you fear dark death
Then why did you run towards destruction?
why do you role-play of stretching your hands
In the centre of life towards different darkness?
You keep sleek rays of the morning
On your bosom as a dew-drop
When Cuckoo starts singing in high pitched voice
The destruction can be overlooked
O Golden-lover, in your soft body
On your soft bosom ornament dazzle
Beside all these, tell me when a little love will
Kindle up in your heart for me?
If you are shy of love,
Then where did you threw away the fear of death
When you lie beside me like a sounding cataract
Whether you turn out to be a Behula-play?
When Cuckoo comes, you beacon to it
And when it is rain you turn out to be Radha of Bidyapati
When it is a battle you become charioteer of my chariot
Still I become dejected filled in this darkness of life
In darkness, in deep darkness.
Is that your stage show?
Bewilderment
I’ve given you all the illumination of the sky
The Arundhati star perceived in the timid light of lamp
I’ve kept in your hand my life’s desire
I’ve kept you constantly deep in my heart
If you wipe away my stupid wailing of my heart
Smeared up the drawing of the full moon
Looking at your face I couldn’t find out
The waves of love in the songs of illumination.
Moneghar, Rangamati
Tell me where shall I quench my thirst
Where do I get water
Where do I get peace in the soft large eyes of the doe
Wherever I turn my eyes, Augosto sucks out
Every drop of water
I’m destitute, insolvent, I’m absorbed in shock.
I visited Furamone and listened to Vante
I stopped at Moneghar as thirsty tree
Here flower bloom on the trees, the supple birds sing,
Contented Vante is the source . . of happiness, of virtuous water.
The island of eternal dimness hums out in serene monastery
Moneghar is splendid, in education and in dedicated service.
[1] Manuruzzaman (b. 1940), first book of poems ‘Idaning Biponno Boro’ was published in 1999