Human / Abu Karim

I no longer confine my sight to outward Nature;

rather I penetrate my search deeper into it

in search of a human face.

That of working person wet

with perspiration glistening like an open sword under sunlight.

The eyes of peasants working in the field

with unexpressed agony bring out something more,

some valiant information, than the mere sun and shadow

of the paddy field.

Every word, every sound seems to be with melody

the sound of chopping wood,

that of machine, that of breaking bricks

or the siren of mills help me bear them inside myself.

Out of the existence of human is there any mere sound,

is there any mere sight?

June 12, 1976

‘মানুষ’ কবিতার অনুবাদ ।

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]