Behind every visible scene lies a deep instigating invisible force.

The inner eye becomes infused with the invisible one.

From that spring come out lava of love and pain.

Looking far back,I can recollect---

I had a very dear and dotted cow that once gave birth to a male calf.

The agility of that calf   is  still very clear in my memory.

The cow was one to give birth annually; surely,

it had given birth to calves more,

but I can not recollect anyone of others  .

The uninhibited movement cheer of that calf,

it's keeping lying on straw strewn on the winter yard,

it's violent shaking of head against the mother's udder for milk,

the bright red color of it's fur--

everything becomes explicit in the silver celluloid of memory.

What a strange fact!  Nothing else. Not even the color of the cow.

August 5,1999

translated by Dulal Al Monsur