Translated by Shamsul Faiz
I add fire to the radius bow of destination on the tips of nails
As if a hunter Nishad of words cries in this unstained nature.
Yet I can’t pluck cruel words of that tree of sharp sounds.
O father, have pity upon this humble son,
O my venerable father, for not getting
Letters regularly you release me from the sharp complain.
In this town of mourning to whom
I want flowers, charming panorama,
I can write to you the description in details of this facts.
She only gives some tickets of sorrow in my hands.
I want to write you everyday,
Everyday I want to write you
The deep wish of blood, heartrending
Feelings, my green joy, my soft sorrow,
The lonely voice of crying.
During walking alone I fill
My twin pockets with the sorrow from this colorful shops of Dhaka.
I can’t buy the family of happiness,
Wooden horse, golden whip.
So I cry thinking about the fable
Of green river of my childhood.
In the govt. graveyard I cry at midnight without any companion,
Or I set fire to the celestial candles
Coming back in to my secret room.
I cry laying in the mourning hole
Or when I gossip on the bench of park
When we laugh wretchedly for a long time
Without any cause being together all frauds and vagabonds,
We cut jokes, incessantly throwing spits
When we become delighted,
Yet any how I can’t write you
About these joy and sorrow.
Listen me, father, I am beggar of words forever.
So I write a letter, the same letter
To you for the whole life: ‘I am good, news of welfare’.
Although I suffer from headache every day,
Cough is in my chest, fever is continuous,
Hands of nightmare touch my rough hairs.
Are the news be written everyday again and again.
By these bad news my mother will cry in the lonely room.
So I have written the same letter,
That false meaningless same letter.
O father, that perfect word is no here,
By which I could play the tune of sad crying.
I can’t collect the luster of spotless word,
Intimate sounds from milky way of distant horizon.
So I can’t transmit my lonely voice,
O my father, O my venerable father
I have been unable to write a letter of my wish.