A fruit-

In whose plump silence,

A noon is glimpsed

Through the glass

 

Where you lie stunned— at a radiant distance.

 

A profound night

Embracing

The plump radiant serenity of a noon

I await, on a boat:

 

I meet you in the tides.

 

Original Source: Ratir Nau by Bhaben Barua

Eta fol

Jaar sugol mounataat

Kaansar maajere dekha

Eta duporiya

 

Jot tumi stobdho— sunaali durotwat.

 

Eta hrodot rati

Duporor dare nitol sunali stobdhota

Mur dehor maajot loi

Ekhon nau’ot moi rou:

 

Dhouburot tumak log pau.

[Translated in July, 2014]