Wishing you a happy new year! / The coming year? No, years ahead—
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
In my deep sleep, you came, my love—
We’re still alive/ but they wanted to die a natural death
What’s life if a sense of darkness/ doesn’t connect night to sunlight
Nothing is meaningless if speech and silence fill void, flowing in the same force, and no one blocks the road to dreaming.
Schools are burnt, houses torched
