Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Listening to the Heart's Anklet Bells

 
You're silent always…but why?
Do I torment you so much?
If that's the case, why don't you scold me?
Tell me, why do I hoard so many thousand words just for you?
When someone else comes, why don't I even glance at them?


What pull draws you to draw me like this?
And how I keep running…mad with longing…
Just like someone bent on self-destruction!
The words begin to move forward,
then you fall silent again, just like before!
In that chamber of silence, breath truly catches…


I've done you no harm!
And you are my beloved,
even to those who are not beloved, I've done no harm!
Then tell me, why such suffering in my fate?
…You're silent again? This boy! Don't stay so quiet!


Lucky for me, you're not my husband!
Otherwise your silence would have finished me off long ago!
All right, stay well just like this, my dear magnet!


Why do you forbid me so much?
Don't do this, don't do that—
why do you say such things?
What you forbid me to do, I'll do a thousand times more!
What will you do then?
Will you devour me?


Come and try…then I'll consider it.
You'll eat too…will you really devour me?
You make me laugh! Have you ever heard
of a deer coming to stuff a tigress in its belly?
Oh poor thing, my darling little fawn!
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