Translator: Bibekananda Choudhury
It
has become a habit for us
To
take a walk
Holdings
hands rubbing our bodies
Together
in the evening
I
enjoy a pleasing sensation
On
naming each evening
With
a poetic name
The
noon and the afternoon
Never
understand
What
is the significance of
Evening-attachment
That
refuses to mingle onto nights
I
departed one day
Leaving
the evenings of illusion
On
the footpath
Under
the tree
On
the bank of a river
By
now
They
all have perished
Dying
one by one
Those
who didn’t die
Is
untraceable
Whatever
happened
Has
happened for good
They
will never meet
The
dark evening of our life
