First sight
Hakikur Rahman
To bring water from the river bank
Somehow the light flashes
Prince's heart becomes excited.
The sky was blue
Air was limpid
The giving and taking of hearts started at the river bank.
The eyes are in the eyes
exchanging hearts
With the little maiden girl
A prince of another village
has the first introduction.
Love at first sight
Finding one’s mind in other’s mind
That is how the two hearts
combine with tune within tunes.
Walking on the path
Hakikur Rahman
Today again in the same way
The movement started
In which border that I go
Dust clogged on the legs.
To what address do I have to go
I do not know
In which courtyard I have to stop
I have not heard before.
If walking, in this way
The destination remains unknown
Never there will be any stop on the path
At the bent of the nameless village.
Allusion
Hakikur Rahman
In which allusion of light
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.
In the dark the birds in all groups
fly in the direction of the light unfurling their wings
with millions of hope is in the chest
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.
Look back at midnight towards the direction of the light
Sailless boat in the middle of the river
The way days pass by on hoping for hope
Awaken the addiction of receiving
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.
Unspoken words
Hakikur Rahman
What was to say, was not said
What was the way to go on, was not gone
What song was to listen, was not listened
What was to awake in the world, was not awakened.
In this way aimlessly, the days have gone
While passing by, said something in the ear
I think that always, and it makes me sad.
What was to see, was not seen
What was to learn, was not learned
What was to understand, was not understood
What was to search, was not found.
My village
Hakikur Rahman
Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.
Where sing cuckoos and peacocks
where you can see magpie-robin
The water of the small river flows
towards its own address towards the sea.
Where shepherd play his flute
The mind becomes sad a little
The water drains down during ebb
Calling by gesture.
Where the water-lily filled the ponds
Children swim in the water
All the groups of farmers
go to the boundaries of the field.
Where silk-cotton, Bakul, Palash flowers flourish
Seeing that mind becomes cheerful
Fishermen go to the river to catch fishes
On the edge of the small river.
Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.
Appeal
Hakikur Rahman
Suddenly the light flashes in the central sky
With palpitating heart I listen to speech of someone
The appeal comes to go forward
Somehow from the very distant.
Exiting towards the path I proceed
Looking back from the first
This is a new feeling
Hope to find something.
Like the river, she has her way
Somewhere straight, somewhere bent
Likewise, when will life be at the termination
There will be the end of all the calculations.
