A Rainy Day

Since morning, its been the rain's turn
On this sky-hiding, darkly-wrapped sky
As if today's wet Srabon's promised
To repay all of bright Boishak's debt
Rimjhim sings the endless blind cascade
All of time lost in its dense fall
As if the earth knew not days or nights
Its inhabitants fused together in an incredible rain.

fragment of a poem by Buddhadeva Bose.
Translated by Khademul Islam

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All of this afternoon autumn rain has fallen-Sydney, city of blues, is inky today.