Bengali Poetry (Translated)

A Life of You

 
Won't you buy me a parrot!
When I can't scold you to my heart's content,
then as much as I can, I'll...scold that parrot instead and vent my fury!
Mark my words, when evening falls and birds return to their nests,
you too must return to my home, just like that;
otherwise from today, I'll deliberately learn to fear ghosts!
I'll stay awake all night in fear of ghosts, and torment you!
Then where else will you go but come home?


All my complaints...
where shall I take them?...to you.
All my joys and grievances,
I'll bring those to you too!
As the days pass, I'm becoming quite the darling, aren't I? Tell me?


When I complain to you about you,
pile up mountains of grievances...
you come and listen to it all, pull me to your chest,
caress me, speak sweetly...
do you know how I feel then?
I feel like a queen then, a king's queen!
And I think, let me hide in your chest a little longer, let me store up love!
Look, saving up all the love you give me, one day I'll surely become very rich!


Why do you indulge all this adoration of mine?
I think I've gotten into the habit of being headstrong!
Now I get angry at the slightest thing and sit there sulking with puffed cheeks,
every moment, I act spoiled...what do you think then?
Is the girl quite mad? Is the trouble in her head?
...whatever comes to mind, think as you please!
Actually, what happens is what happens!
Just two days ago, when my head was perfectly fine,
what went wrong that it got so muddled...don't you understand?


Beat me, cut me...do whatever you want,
just pour out this thirst for love like this for a whole lifetime!
When my thirst is fierce, give me affection, take me to your chest.
Keep me close always, drive me mad---with love!
What you say, you speak truly---
who knows what spirit possesses women when!
But whatever spirit possesses my head,
know this, only your gentle touch will heal me completely!


I want you so close, I keep counting the hours of waiting,
how many more days until I see you,
touch you, rub your scent on my body,
tire myself asking you for love...though I say all this,
still, what comes to mind is strangely heavy...!
You might think...unconsciously,
if someday you can no longer give happiness, or we both just get busy
for some reason, will love then surely diminish?
Will it come to mind that all the old desires...yours and mine,
have now grown pale?
And perhaps we'll no longer be restless!
Will you too perhaps turn slowly...in another direction?


Know this, truly it never happens like that!
Love trembles not just in the body, but in the soul!
Two people bind their lives together in supreme hope and great care!
I, rising above all desires...seek only your company!
All other gains come automatically on the same thread...
I've long forgotten this fear, holding your hand in trust...
In simple calculation I've bound those two hands in mine.


Since then I gather courage!
I know, however much my weariness, it will wash away with a few words from you,
my wounded heart...will take shelter in your chest!
Whatever doubts I have, whatever lies beyond explanation,
in the bonds of your tenderness, all that pain will fade away!


O charioteer of my dreams! Stay in this tumult until death!
My moist heart I will bind just so...
in your rhythm, in your love, in your shelter.
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