Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Sitting by the window of the body

One.

Lately in the corner
of this eye, another pull plays,

suddenly within me
I see a fair of warm smoke!

I’ve grown fond
of touch and plenty of mischief too,

heat still rises
but no regret, grief makes
the body tremble.

In this heart your
body, mind or whatever—all love,
in pure form,

no harm comes
from touching the mind, but touch the body and all sins arise!
No sin exists

if the mind holds true understanding.

Let desire move aside
for love, let the mask remove the face’s gold,

love is now
missing, safe sex is going
quite well,

what gets
ruined… the body-machine, but the mind or its
mantra doesn’t get ruined,

in love’s burning
water’s pain, in the couple’s desire
the divine is lost,

love that’s above rushes below, in fire and ice it madly blooms.

The beloved who doesn’t understand
the difference, who touches
her—lover or deceiver,

she is less beloved, more lustful, her desire belongs not to humans but to demons.

Two.

Dry or wet,

what do I want, tell me?

From cheek to lips,
chin, neck,

give me complete
possession of your entire face!

Bind me in the intoxication
of two closed eyes,

call me with your breast’s swollen nectar!

What awakens your body?
Just touch? Or shall I leave darkness too in love’s wound with this fierce pull of lips?

In your dense
tresses, in the body’s deep
foliage, see how fingers’ magic will awaken
an unknown city!

On those tender lips
I’ll quench my thirst,

all the love I have,
I’ll lavish freely

on your graceful
navel—

with touch. With bite.
With kiss.

This is not desire
alone,

know this well,
there is longing here,

and love is here too.

When passion’s vow governs
touch’s consolation,

even union brings no sin, no deception remains.

I’ve desired you through a hundred
births—

on this generous chest’s
bed of hair,

on this body’s
middle region’s peak,

on lips, in arms, in embrace’s fulfillment,

in the mind and body’s most intense drunken ecstasy!

To find peace I will
become restless,

to be well I will
go mad,

to stop arrows I will
shoot arrows,

to find an address I will lose my home!

Beloved, to have me let me be lost,

to become immortal take
death,

live from this age
to that age!

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