I Want to Touch You / Abu Karim

Yet you are gradually

getting backward leaping.

A steep ditch leads downward behind you.

You may fall downward seven thousand meter

below; with your flesh, bones, beauty, the puffed

flower of your hair, the tender skin

of your cheek, the little pyramids

of your bosom, and the pending sleep

of your eyes you may become fused

with air.

I want to have you between my aggressive arms;

with my eager lips I want to fasten your

lip-steak tinged lips. I can have you in my dreams;

in my wakefulness I dream you. When I touch a rose,

I feel that I touch you.

When I suck two ripe pods of an orange,

I feel that I am sucking the honey of your lips.

When I observe birds flying in air,

it seems you are playing somersault in air.

When I go on floating on the rafts of gray clouds

in the flood of afternoon sun, it seems flocks

of gray clouds are coming down from the hills of

Norway, and you are mounting down fluttering

your scarf in air.

You are flying briskly like a small sparrow

in a cotton plant garden.

5 April 2005

‘তোমাকে ছুঁতে চাই’ কবিতার অনুবাদ

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]