Mohammad Shafiqul Islam

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.