Treasure Island

Sayeed Abubakar

(21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

A Song of Faith


Blow the sail, boatman, in this unruly wind. Removing the sweat
of destiny, grip the oar in the blister-stricken hand.
With successive strokes of faith, go forward cutting the angry waves
and keep muttering the name of the kinsman of your existence.

Boatman, keep singing your soul-crushing song in his name.
In his name, raise an uncontrollable uproar of wailing. Watch the river resonate under the green wind, resonate the banks and waves.
In this wind, boatman, blow your sail of faith.

In his name, the night blooms into dawn shedding down all darkness.
In his name, the moon splits into two pieces of watermelon.
In his name, the river turns into the desired spring of honey.
Keep singing in his name, boatman, the song of faith.

If you cherish the coast of fortune having cut the angry waves,
with the oar in hand, o boatman, start singing ‘Rasul! Rasul*! '


*Mohammad(Sm)
[Translation of Bangla poem 'Biswaser Bhatiali' taken from the poet's first book 'Pronoyer Prothom Pap' (1996) ]

Submitted: Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Edited: Monday, August 04, 2014

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