Kazi Nazrul Islam - My Boat

I take no passenger in my boat <br />My boat is a damaged one. <br />I alone move from one bank to another <br />In this tattered canoe of mine. <br />The water of this river made a bankrupt of me <br />And now I want to go down to its bottom <br />And see how deep it is. <br />I seek not to make money <br />By ferrying passengers across; <br /> <br />I saw her <br />In the mirror of these waters, <br />But now the mirror alone is left <br />While the person in the mirror is gone, <br />And, in tears, I wander now, <br />Looking for her in this river. <br /> <br />Patiently I wait in the ban <br />Hoping to meet her, <br />Her name is my rosary. <br /> <br />And with tears in my eyes I call her. <br />But the star of my eyes <br />Has lured my sight away <br />Into the bottom of these waters <br />Even the river dries up, my friend. <br />And fills again with water <br />When the time is ripe. <br />Can it be that she alone <br />That went away would return no more? <br /> Alas, my friend, <br />I loved and lost all. <br />Homeless and an exile <br />I now wander from door to door. <br /> <br />[Original in Bangla: Amar shampan; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-boat-5/