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On monsoon nights does your poet come to your mind,
Arundhoti,
The fragrance of the afternoon in your hair-knot
Effaced by the damp light
Does it, does it come to your mind,
Arundhoti?
Poetry obscure to the moonlight, clouds, affection, … [Read the rest...] “Does it Come to Your Mind, Arundhoti – by Navakanta Barooah (trans.)”
Ever seen the sea? Never? I too haven’t
Nonetheless I’ve heard of it,
A blue watery expanse where uncurbed waves engulf
The distant horizon.
This heart of mine is blue as the sea, with pain?
Haven’t you seen?
Where waves … [Read the rest...] “Ever seen the Sea? | Devkanta Barooah”
Throughout the entire monsoon afternoon
My eyes sit upon the plinth
The afternoon sits on a tuft of grass
Beside this plinth of mine.
What’s it, all of a sudden
The flash of green lighting is fixed
On a tuft … [Read the rest...] “Vision | Mahim Bora (trans. Krishna Dulal Barua)”
The last showers have just petered out,
Now it’s afternoon
In the woods of the serene body
Sparkled blue and green fireworks
Bright, swarthy!
[The drum-beats stopped
Multitude of Chaotali dances
Spattered giggling
Round the sides of the pond,
Swarthy, … [Read the rest...] “The Pond | Mahim Bora (trans. Krishna Dulal Barua)”
The heart suddenly beings to toss about
in anguish
Has one more remained there as remnant
From those fish long kept alive?
Were those dreams alight
In the cluster of vermilion apples
Unreached by missiles or hooked poles?
– the … [Read the rest...] “The Red Dragon-fly | Mahim Bora (trans. Krishna Dulal Barua)”
Fish? golden silvery, fish? blue violet
Lustre of bright diamonds fish in millions
Coloured yearnings
Razor-slitting pace splitting the sea into halves
O’ irresistible!
With the flying fins
Shrouding even the sea’s wide expanse
Thwarting the summit-caressing waves
O’ eternal … [Read the rest...] “Fish | Mahim Bora (trans. Krishna Dulal Barua)”
The sun, suspended like a bat
on the fish-net,
fixed on the Bharali*
was eyeing us all along.
A shoal of fries,
finding us beside,
sprang like a fountain of light.
The Bharali moved ahead
throwing at us, time and … [Read the rest...] “By the Bharali | Mahim Bora (trans. Krishna Dulal Barua)”
At the end of everything
There’s a beginning
At this very beginning
The river of sorrow
Deposits silt
On either shore of my heart
When the green valley
Embraces tenderly
The dismal hues of seasons
I listen intently
To the … [Read the rest...] “Beginning | Rabindra Bora”