A Strange Boy
An innocent boy leaving the lap of mother
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world
and asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? '
I told him the name of the earth.
The boy looked at the corners of the earth
and with wonder and pain, seeing the towns and paths
full of corpses and heart-rending bloods
'Will you tell me how man lives in this hell? '
I said to him, 'Oh, it's a shame!
Where is man in this hell?
Translated from Bangla by Nazib Wadood
Un niño extraño
Un niño inocente ...
She looks fine when she laughs.
She looks fine when she weeps.
She looks fine when she gets angry.
Sayeed, which way you watch the Moon,
she always remains the Moon;
the Moon will never look ugly.