One Sky After Another E-Book

Golam Rasul

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This book contains some wonderful poems of the famous Indian poet Golam Rasool. He is one of the modern Bengali poets of today. This is a translation book of some of his great poems, I hope everyone will like and enjoy it.

Leseprobe

Golam Rasul

One Sky After Another

Tranlated By Estazabul Suzan

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

ONE SKY AFTER ANOTHER

One sky after another

Golam Rasul

A heavy door is closing in on meLike an invisible structure from beginning to end

The sun does not know what month it is nowBecause he neither rises nor setsIt's raining on the roofAn orange lemon tree is still wet

Naked mirrorLike a loose forestWhere I am jumping like a deer baby, one sky after anotherAnd I can't find a way out of there.

Inside the dream

Golam Rasul

Last night the stars took me to a beautiful garden surrounded by snowThen just going to the morning dreamAnd I woke upI woke up thrilled

The sun is rising from the underground lion

The low celestial body merges with the ground

A building of hollow soundThe unused minaret of the capitalThe moon of a worthless day is coming out of the slums

Immortality from destructionLove birth deathLuxurious lonelinessRealized that life

Our movements are all dreamsHow I have survived like a huge reservoir for so many yearsGrowing up from the ankle with the head in hand.

The sky over the sea     

Golam Rasul

We have no more pain

That late night everyone went to sea to find the alphabetsThe sky over the seaThe stars have been floating since the beginning of our lives

And our pain has been swept away by boats from north to south.

Accumulated memory

Golam Rasul

When that hope drives the sky awayThe hard boat we built lost the seaAnd the sight turns the mountains around the neck

See how the roof of immortality is being destroyedThe mechanics are working where their feet are

The boy is leaving alone like a black nightThe broken arch of the moonWith some shadows and little short of the stars on the headThe cries of the valley can be heardThe darkness of late deathA bunch of trees on the horizon like a book of tomorrowAnd the dance of light insects is rocking a city

We are as rich as just stored memories.

That Way I hide in the mountains in times of sorrow

Golam Rasul

The door closed in the sky

I was runningAnd all the streets of the city followed meEven the galaxy left the moon behind and moved forwardSomeone is throwing unbroken rings in front of us

Dense people like fogImpersonal writing on water buildingsThe way I hide in the mountains in times of sorrow

I am in my cloud for a whileThen my personal thunderbolt painted the sky.

Someone crossing the sky

Golam Rasul

I was passing over a dusty gray dead city flowing in the field of marshy land

I looked back and saw the evening was coming downIt was morning tooSometimes a day goes by like a century goes byThe sunlight was half blackSome of the dust is now on the moon and butter

Wagon loaded skyAnd as long as they all die