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]
Casually Classical 