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You and me
me and you
flower-bee
grass and dew.
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[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.
Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '
Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'
Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '
Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'
Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '
Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'
Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '
Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!
[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2016
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Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst
and like pleasure in gain,
mother, you were to me,
though I could not at first
realize it. Now I see
my earth without you hell;
sorrow rings here like bell.
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2015
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My dove you;
I love you.
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Body is walking, soul is gone.
You can touch and kiss
But surely something you will miss
Body is walking, soul is gone.
Soul is gone, lips are talking.
You can come and hear
But surely you will miss something near
Soul is gone, lips are talking.
Like Jocasta and Oedipus Rex
You may have wild love and sex
But surely you will miss something dear.
Body is walking, soul is gone.
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( A Translation of Kazi Nazrul Islam's famous Bengali poem "Samyabadi")
I sing the song of equality,
in which all obstacles and distance are dissolved,
in which the Hindus, the Buddhists, the Muslims
and the Christians have got united.
I sing the song of equality!
Who are you? A Persian? A Jain? A Jew?
A Santhal, a Bhil, a Garo?
A Confucian? A follower of Charbak? Continue. Tell more.
O friend, whoever you are,
whatever books and scriptures you carry
into stomach, on back, on shoulder and into brain,
the Quran, the Puranas, the Vedas, the Bible, the Tripitaka—
the Zend-Avestha, the Granth Sahib—
read as much as you desire.
But why do you waste your labour?
Why are you throwing spears into your brain?
Why do you haggle in a shop when fresh flowers
bloom at your roadside?
The wisdom of all scriptures and ages lie within you.
O friend, open your heart, you will find all scriptures there.
Within you lie all religions, all the prophets of all ages
and your heart is the world-temple of everyone’s gods.
Why do you look for God in the skeletons of dead books?
He smiles into the secret concealment of your immortal heart!
O friend, I have not told a lie—
It is the place where all crowns tumble and toss.
This very heart is the Nilachal, Kashi, Mathura, Brindaban;
It is Bodh-Gaya, Jerusalem, Medina and Kaaba.
It is the mosque, it is the temple, it is the church;
Sitting here, Jesus and Moses found the identity of truth.
In this battlefield, the young flute player sang the Bhagavad Gita;
In this pasture, the sheep-grazing prophets became friends to God.
Sitting in the meditation-cave of this heart, Shakyamuni abandoned his kingdom hearing the call of men’s great sufferings.
In this cave, the Prince of Arabia used to hear the divine call;
sitting here, he sang the Quran’s equality-song.
O brother, what I have heard is not a lie—
there is no temple, no Kaaba greater than this heart.
Translation date: 1/3/2016 Sirajganj, Bangladesh
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Never love came to me so deep,
Never love came to me so high;
Now without you I cannot sleep,
Without your love now I do die
As a fish dies without water,
As a tree can't live without soil.
O my Love, Nature's cute daughter,
Without you now all my dreams spoil.
The Moon now looks ugly and fake
As I have got you, o my Moon;
There is now no beautiful lake,
Beautiful sea and fair monsoon,
All the beauties of Nature break
Seeing your face, o Love, o my Moon.
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You say that you love rain.
But when it starts raining, you raise
your umbrella over your head.
You say you love the Sun.
But when it spreads its rays, you start
looking for shade.
You say that you love storm.
But when it starts blowing, closing doors and
windows, you alone get seated.
You say that you love man.
But when a poor man comes at your door in danger,
in anger and in scorn your face turns red.
You say you love revolution.
But when revolution knocks at your door,
you fall asleep fast on your bed.
O my Love, in that way
do you say to me 'I love you' each day?
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Forget me not,
forget not me.
Forget day hot,
keep night with thee.
I will touch you
in thought, in dream.
My love soft dew,
Summer's ice-cream.
Forget me not,
I won't too you.
You my sweet thought
calm, green, soft, new.
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How fast our hair grows gray!
Before we pray
Our evening prayer, the night falls.
Death calls
Our name
Before coming success and fame.
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