Translation: Bhaswati Ghosh
– 6 –
Open page forty-nine of the heart:
This is a river of sorrow; it flows from the mountain of hurt
Now go to page one hundred and thirty-two of the eyes:
This is the story of a bicycle; a boy’s pakkhiraaj horse
Turn to page ninety-two of the chin:
This is a monsoon poem; painted in the watercolour of her first kiss
Pause on page one hundred and sixty-nine of her hair:
A night ballad, this is where Chandrabatis bloom
Let’s move on to the end then:
This is a moth-eaten chapter, never to be retrieved.