A Strange Boy
An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
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
he further said,
'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 ...
Grace Of Perfume
Let us move to a land
where only flowers are cultivated
and gardens throughout the year remain full of flowers;
there men satisfy their hunger only on perfume
and satisfy their thirst of desert-souls in beauty.