Unmeasured Desires
Our desires are somehow so unmeasured,
So strangely unreasonable are all the demands of our heart.
We knowingly, consciously ask for the impossible,
We ourselves invite deprivation, invite sorrow,
When we ask for something that is not written in our fate.
Painful
One day, two days, a few days and now it’s been many days,
Many days have passed since I last saw your shadow.
Maybe love does contain pain,
But do you know what’s even more painful?
When I know the person now belongs to someone else,
Yet knowingly, consciously, I still nurture affection for them.
The Final Gift
A lover gives so many gifts to his beloved,
He gives whatever lies within his means.
And you wanted a life without me,
Painful as it is, that still lies within my ability.
So this is my final gift,
I left, letting you stay well, letting you stay happy.
Premonition
Today’s meeting, today’s union,
Is merely a premonition of tomorrow’s distance.
False Promises
The one without whom even an hour felt unbearable,
My soul trembled at the thought of it,
I now spend my days without her just the same.
Perhaps my heart has lost its steadiness,
My face has grown pale and I have lost my smile.
Perhaps we have proven even our promises false,
Just as you didn’t become mine, and I am still alive.
See, how terribly false life can be!
Form
We cannot imagine what the Creator looks like,
Yet we love Him.
But if you too had no form,
Then in imagination or reality, whom would I love?
One can love the Creator without a form,
But to love creation, a form is necessary.
If you say, “You love my body,”
I will say,
“To love a heart, one must imagine someone.”
And so the body is needed too,
Someone to imagine, someone whose image stays in the heart.
Fortunate
I won’t say aloud, “Love me,”
Yet you will love me.
I will stay upset in silence,
Someone will come of their own will and ease my hurt.
Ah, do I live in a fool’s kingdom?
Am I truly that fortunate?
Foolish Lover
I am surprised, deeply astonished,
How foolish a person can be.
She thinks she’s victorious, having given deceit.
Yet the heart whose trust she broke,
That heart was hers, her own shelter.
You were foolish, for you chose to break your own home,
Inviting a storm like Kalboishakhi.
Your Refuge
They said that busyness eases pain.
And I too, to lessen the pain of losing you,
Tried to forget you by keeping myself occupied,
Still, I couldn’t save myself!
Rather, when my body grows tired at the end of all that busyness,
It seeks your refuge even more intensely.
Forget Everything
Forget everything, forget all our memories.
Forget that you were mine,
Forget my name too if needed.
Just remember this, there was someone who loved you deeply,
There was someone who longed for you with all his soul.
You planted the sting of separation in his heart,
That soul still prays somewhere in the vast creation,
Sits somewhere and prays,
That your life may still bloom with countless flowers.