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(cÖKvk t ˆ`wbK MbKÚ, 16/07/2011Bs, kwbevi)

    Channel Sufi Songeet  G cÖPvwiZ

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