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Abvnvixi cÖfz KweZvi Abyev`-
Lord of A Man Under Starvation
Original: Sufi Khaza Monir
[Translated by Md. Arif Rabbany
Lecturer, Ebenezer International College]
I am passing tonight-sleepless and foodless-
The only reason is you;
How many times I tried to surrender to sleep only to be awakened
by the remembrance of you
How many times I tried to fulfill my stomach with food;
But for the sake of meditating you, I lost my desire to eat.
Oh Lord, so long I knew that you are merciful, graceful, forgiving and savior;
But tonight I am receiving unexpectedly your cruel and wrathful behavior.
Oh Lord- you take away sleep and food from the eyes and gullet of your lover;
Will you tell me the truth what do you desire?
If you find pleasure in giving me pain;
I must spend every night-starving & sleepless- I assign.
For worshiping and remembering I demanded nothing from you God;
Then tell me at least for once that you are my cherisher and my Lord.
( Published by: Daily Gonokontha, 16/07/2011, Saturday)
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Kd KweZvi Abyev`-
Cough
Original: Sufi Khaza Monir
[Translated by Sazid Ahmad ]
One lazy afternoon
Coughed a phlegm down the window
On a Khushka leaf below
Phlegm from a Betel chewed mouth
Looks disgusting no doubt
So often by the nearby
My elder brother goes by
With a neat and clean appetite
He would shudder at the very sight
Thus the leaf I did tear
Throwing it far from here
The tiny tree calls out to me
Cutting my limb, you've hurt me needlessly
Oh, being so sly
Quiet, said I
By mankind, do Lord's creations abide
And now to me says the tree
If I'm wrong, do forgive me
Why a leaf, if need be
Even my roots take rightfully
But what a touch of water can easily do
In negligence and ignorance costs a limb or two
Verily such injustice –
the world often suffers through
Words of the sapling awakening me
I sunk in a shameful ignominy
Guilty conscience begs pardon at the lord's door
May I serve his creations ever more
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