The Assam tea garden is surrounded by the endless greened
This is the sunshine-rain,
hide-and-seek the clouds
Chlorophylls esprit and twinned leafs in a tea treed;
Ku-jhikjhik whistle and close by the train line.
Kuhu calling bird fly and siting pair to the high treed
the tea and the labourers mingled in unison at colonizes
the edge of the railways the lovely path makes a peek at the memories frame.
The river adjoins the city
The poet also seek the chest of Dhanshinry into the icy mist dawn and covers the visible paths.
Uncle Atulananda Das let out the breathed the dearer Barisal left behind;
the urban parhghats still that the very Das house and how are you Milu!
Fascinating Jibonanando Das how long have you spent in confliction
and with the rhythm of the poems to an unknown city Dibrugarh.
♦© Translated by Alam Mahbub
Gaffar Mahmud (Dhaka, Bangladesh)