You're not shivering, O Carcass
Weary herds of cows and market-men left the place in a bunch.
Mounting religious-compulsion ends up in control of the frontier.
The peels of mangoes, tinsel lie beside the meadows.
The profound clinches of girls and the love of bamboo-leaves
are immersed in the morning river.
You are not trembling, O Corpse!
The hair is flying in the wind
How the longing to return halts the commune of the apes!
Somewhere, far away, the night of the body-music
spreads across the bed and the bodies cuddle each other
with the enchanting feelings.
I feel, this anticipation will come to an end someday-
in the land of water, in the beliefs of the boatman.
Losing you forever, I expand the loveliness
of the arum greens in the water-air
and kindle flames out of my own ultimate clothes.
And look at the fertility of the soil
which enter through the crinkles of the dresses of girls
into the fascination of our offspring.
You are not trembling, O Corpse!
Abu Sayeed Obaidullah
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