Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Love, the Way It Devours

Here modesty is unnecessary.
Bite without hesitation.

Use your fingers to lift it from the earth,
and before it can trickle down your chin
suck out the juice.
It has ripened, it is ready now to eat.
This readiness is eternal.

You need no knife.
No fork or spoon will be required.
Plate, napkin, tissue, even a small table—
none of these are essential to this feast.

There is no pit here
to throw away,
no skin,
no indigestible excess.

No seed or fiber
will trouble your tongue and teeth
even slightly.

How tender this is!
How cherishing!
How delicious!
How desired!
How joyous!

Love need not be chewed, need not be swallowed;
love slides down the throat all on its own.
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