You're not shivering, O Carcass <br /> <br />Weary herds of cows and market-men left the place in a bunch. <br />Mounting religious-compulsion ends up in control of the frontier. <br />The peels of mangoes, tinsel lie beside the meadows. <br />The profound clinches of girls and the love of bamboo-leaves <br />are immersed in the morning river. <br /> <br />You are not trembling, O Corpse! <br /> <br />The hair is flying in the wind <br />How the longing to return halts the commune of the apes! <br />Somewhere, far away, the night of the body-music <br />spreads across the bed and the bodies cuddle each other <br />with the enchanting feelings. <br />I feel, this anticipation will come to an end someday- <br />in the land of water, in the beliefs of the boatman. <br /> <br />Losing you forever, I expand the loveliness <br />of the arum greens in the water-air <br />and kindle flames out of my own ultimate clothes. <br />And look at the fertility of the soil <br />which enter through the crinkles of the dresses of girls <br />into the fascination of our offspring. <br /> <br />You are not trembling, O Corpse!<br /><br />Abu Sayeed Obaidullah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-not-shivering-o-carcass/
