Time / Abu Karim

Free and frank time goes on when I’m with you;

time seems to be a guest bird day and night

flying from the icy wind of Siberia in search

of a little bit of heat smearing sun on two

tired wings. They land on the haors of Sunamgonj

and fend for themselves with small fish.

My time passes with you very smooth

as if we were swimming  in a river,

an earthen pitcher on your side waist

and fishing net with me.

We pluck outs flowers and their

roots; we burn and eat the egg-shaped

roots in fire.

We collect the young ones of ducks and

Dahuks  from the jungle by the river.

We embrace each other wholeheartedly.

The shocks of your hair from both sides

get disheveled around and look like two

snakes dangling from trees.

29 January 2010

''সময়'' কবিতার অনুবাদ

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]