From the mist's dense cape
I carve your body's shape --
gendy sculpting, all morning.
With my eyes shut, I sit
amid the fog's heavy sheets
as its frost settles
on my cheek, ear, and nose.
The same hands,
the same lips, the same eyes —
I find them with such ease —
Your torso floats on that river;
I shall conquer its flow.
Your figure blossoms, freeing itself
leaving behind sun's light
and fog's ephemeral body.
You're entwined with my soul —
its root, plinth, and depth.
Aminur Rahman (born 1966) Bangladesh
Translated by Sudeep Sen
Source: 100 Poems from Bangladesh, Dr Peter Horn & Dr Annette Horn, eds., Edition Delta, 2017
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