Risalat Rahman Hridoy

 

Forbidden you are; your soul not.

In the purest forms, I imagine making love to you.

Tear the necklace of faith, which in your neck you got.

Love me divinely, not as a Mohammedan, or a Jew.

 

In the greenery, lying with you I imagine

Glaring, at the clouds in the sky.

And the fall amidst the mountain

Where the rainbow rises up high.

 

In the cold delta waters of midsummer,

With you, fair princess, I imagine swimming.

Dipping ourselves in the immaculate aqua; and came the hour

I knew not, when we started kissing.

 

In the populous academia of a suburban land,

Sitting with you in the book room, I imagine

You, schooling me, while I hold your firm left hand.

Realizing my intentions, you could not hold your grin.

 

Each day we go to the alley,

Where at the corner we’d smoke.

You will lip your lip in mine freely,

That is what I would hope.

 

You would bid goodbye to me,

And naive mistress, meet your other desired men.

Leaving me behind, like in a desert a single tree.

And enjoy yourself for hours, six to seven.

 

I hand presents to you, being affectionate,

You take and give sweet smile.

And keep them in the corner of your closet,

That I expect you to use, once in a while.

 

You put holy water in your forehead,

While in the west I prostrate.

Yet I dream to carry my dreams with you.

Giving your cheeks, lips; my passionate kisses few.