Averse to Festivity / Abu Karim
I dare not step in a brightly lit arena of any festival.
Recently, I dare not drag this featureless face of mine
to any light-flooded canopy.
On my way out and in through the Shethjee-alley
of love lane
or in the Muslim Institute
I notice frequent programs.
The evenings are stirred
with the indomitable waves
of breasts of women and girls
and their amorous gestures
and the whiteness of the skin of their abdomens.
So, having the dark desolation of man made mountains
as my companion, under the queen moonlight cool
as the water of a green coconut,
I take the route to my residence.
I am averse to festivity;
my life has been offered to daily routine;
keeping my face buried in the moon-sketched
bosom of my own woman, I go on ahead with
a variety of duties and responsibilities.
Chittagong 1970
[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]