Song of Breaking Hesitation

 Let the spring sun come now!
 I'll meet your eyes and tell you straight—
 See what fire burns inside this chest!
 See how love scorches, turns all to ash!
 The truth is, the tongue-tied get nothing!
 Nothing at all...
 Having lost everything, I understand—
 nothing more will come that way.
  
 Let spring's afternoon arrive!
 I'll throw open the south window,
 let the gentle breeze fill the room with your scent.
 Staying quiet, hiding myself,
 just loving and swallowing pain—
 what did I gain?
 Have I forgotten it all today?
 When you turned me inside out that time,
 could I have said then
 what storm was raging within me?
 I couldn't!
 This is what happens to the tongue-tied—I understand now!
 I know exactly where the calculation went wrong!
  
 If you don't present it to parliament, it won't pass...
 not in a lifetime!
 Someone else will come then, pass something else, pack up and leave!
 I'll raise both hands and applaud!
 None of this will happen anymore.
 I'm leaving that group of the tongue-tied behind!
 I'm withering, burning up with thirst...yet asking for water is so forbidden!
 Tell me, who has actually forbidden it?
 No one has said...from now on, asking for water is prohibited,
 you must abandon all hope of that water!
  
 Let the nor'wester come now!
 My roof is...I've made it wonderfully strong.
 Where will it fly off to?
 I'll see about that!
 Even if it does blow away, it'll fall within this boundary!
 Let it try to escape my courtyard!
  
 Let the monsoon come now, storms and rain,
 let detachment preach all it wants,
 let muddy silt accumulate
 along both banks, let the shore's markers be washed away!
 Do you think I'll sit at home then,
 hold my breath, enforce the rules?
 Let the desperate floods of lawless monsoon nights come!
 This time the silt will surge right through my house!
 The boatman always catches fish, the river swells...
 Tell me, whose boat is that, friend?
 Did I take it on loan?
 ...The tongue-tied lose things just like this, far away!
 Their own things...even those they lose in the end...everything!
 Nothing comes of doing it that way...having lost so much, I understand well!
  
 Let this harvest season come!
 The share of palm fans and bright red ribbons—
 I'll claim my portion exactly!
 That winter at Kirtan Khola's Krishna fair
 I got nothing...because I didn't demand it.
 Not even a clay pot...they wouldn't give that either!
 I tell you, I've kept up this tongue-tied act too long!
 Sugar sweets, puffed rice treats, handfuls of green-yellow silk bangles...
 Everyone got some, got everything!
 And I just stood there!
 Where was my fault?
 This is what happens to the tongue-tied!
  
 Let it come now...
 As soon as autumn flowers bloom, I'll demand that red-bordered Tangail sari...and take it home!
 Just this past time...I spotted a slender, gleaming silver anklet...stood gaping,
 couldn't utter a word!
 Who reads the language of eyes?...if you don't ask, does anyone give anything?
 Enough of being tongue-tied!
 This time I'll claim my share for sure!
  
 Why shouldn't I speak it aloud...I can't bear it anymore!
 I'm just breaking apart...falling to pieces!
 Who will now voluntarily take responsibility for the tongue-tied claiming their due?
 Let winter come now, the winter of Magh...let it strike hard!
 I'll show love what's what!