Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Sunlight never touches the walls of the mind

 
Hey you! At the office, are you?
Working so hard in this blazing noon,
sometimes I wonder...oh, to hell with it all!
If I had you here right now,
we'd have such a fierce...game of ludo!


Are you listening, boy?
This love I have for you—
is this what they call an affair?
Silly boy! This truly isn't an affair!
I'm married,
you've also gone and gotten married...
so...what's happened?
Is love bound to just one? Can passion be caged when it comes?
Doesn't one break into two? Two into three?
The way I love you dearly,
I'll keep loving...marriage happened...so what?


Your body is forbidden to touch...I accept that, dear!
But is the heart also forbidden to touch? Are you thinking
you'll tie love down and bind it to just one?
Is it that simple? When you see someone...
what will you do when the heart runs wild?
What will you do when the heart pulls?
What will you do when eyes smile?
What will you do when lips dance?
...will you bind them all down? Murder them?


Having come to this world,
I'll live by loving!
Whatever I see in creation with these two eyes,
if it pleases me, I love it well!
If that's how it must be, then where does
that right to love go when it comes to you?


I love you, oh I love you so much!
What will you do? Beat me? Scold me terribly?
Is it that simple? I'll grab you and bite right away!
Do you know me? Oh yes...
if I bite, will your teeth break?
Then seeing you...
I'll run away in one dash,
turn my eyes away in a moment,
hide my face in my sari's edge,
go far away and keep gazing at you...


I know then you'll feel like crying so much,
your chest will feel hollow,
just staying alive will hurt terribly!
Even then I'll still love you!
I'm already dead anyway...
what more can you do to me!


You know, this is the joy of living! Pure joy!
You're getting angry, shouting, cursing me...
I see it all! Seeing it all, I still love!
Isn't it wonderful, tell me?
Won't you love me still?
Go on, don't love me then! If you don't love, so be it!
Won't matter to me!


Keep your love...right there in your pocket!
See, dear, this heart of mine has no pockets at all...
so I have no desire for pocket-love either!
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