Thursday, May 29, 2014

And now

all our complaints disappear
in the flawless dawn,
and this ice melting tells us
there must be fire
somewhere.

They've made up their minds
not to fly, the birds
find togetherness, and
- taking darkness into its arms -
light makes its home,
paying up now what
it once stole.

You are what it is to win, and
I am only loss, still, I am
the thread between
this winning
this loss.

They never say, but they point out
our faults, the stars,
when they make their calls to us,
when they make those who rob
into those who must care
- it must be luck, we think.

It must be conscience
- it must be what it is
to give it all up, as our complaints

disappear in the flawless dawn,
and this ice melting tells us
there must be fire
somewhere.

tr. from Amitabh Bhattacharya's 'Shikayatein'

Amitabh Bhattacharya











2 comments:

Anonymous said...

"find togetherness"? - "discovered faith/loyalty" - parindon ne bhi wafa jaani.

mayuri9 said...

It's an endearing translation :)