The sculpture - Aminur Rahman

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.

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Aminur Rahman (born 1966) Bangladesh

Translated by Sudeep Sen

Source: 100 Poems from Bangladesh, Dr Peter Horn & Dr Annette Horn, eds., Edition Delta, 2017