I forget the promises of night during daytime

as then to me Satan becomes the prime

pursuit, and I spend time most in many a sinful plaything;

desires say let a life be washed away in merry making.

 

 

There is another life after this one- but it sounds that none knows;

we forget all fluttering wings in foul water as if we were crows.

 

 

In this way day closes into night among my sin and flaw;

an ancient woodcutter named Conscience comes with a metal saw.

He chops out all tender twigs and branches from trunk apart,

and then I promise, I click to firm belief with a bloodied heart.

 

 

 

 

 

5 November 2009

 

‘রাতের প্রতিজ্ঞা’ কবিতার অনুবাদ

[Translated by Dulal  Al Monsur]