Dear One...

 

(Translated from a poem by the same poet)

 

I’m nothing, but a fallen leaf,

Of Hemanta, just being trampled

by the numerous feet which go over me,

Thereby making my existence similar to a phantom…

 

I’m a traveller, having no place to go,

I’m a lost lover, cut off from the one

Who promised to come back

this very day, but

never came back…

 

Under the weight of numerous feet,

I’ll be lost once more…

How shall you tie me?

Why do you still profess your love,

Dear one?

 

You are free

You are blissful…

Don’t try to entangle yourself with me…

Bless your soul, for

The Almighty doubly blesses,

And the double blessing, well

It gets to me…

 

Your happiness lights my smile,

Your sorrow makes me cry,

Your essence was with me…

Your essence is still with me…

 

The day has come, to change ourselves

To set off in a new direction…

Bid adieu to me, dear one,

Let me be lost somewhere else…

 

Someday, perhaps we’ll meet again unexpectedly,

I’ll welcome you, whispering

that I’m the lost traveller…

The same traveller whom you left…

Who lives on, while being lost…

 

I love you, dear one

But no, I can’t tie you up forever…

After all, you can’t keep me to yourself

 for time immemorial…

 

As my death nears, by

The violent trampling of feet…

Just remember one thing,

Your essence is still with me…

Your essence will still be with me…

 

- Anonymous, 27.11.2020

Translated by: M.Macabre