Morose Bullfight in the Burning Sun

Poet: Afroja Shoma
Translation: Hossain Abdul Hai

Jovial Spanish young
You don't know how dejected
The burning sun of this noon -

In the spring bed, a Marma girl
Filling pitcher -
In the green compassion of the hill
Aiming at the chirping of the singing bird
The soldier's gun -
Bent in blue lake water
Blooming the rainbow
But wrangle on its possession -

Courseless wind cares no barricade
Without any addiction to tincture
Passing breach of the gun
Peeps at your window -

Don't take a pique,
In whispers once
To the ox of the bullfight
Ask please -
Waging a war
What a pleasure enjoy the kings