The world at this moment of night has turned into a mosque. <br />The world at this moment of night has turned <br />a silent sweet mat of prayer. <br /> <br />All the movements have come to a close, <br />all the dins of horizon have become still. <br /> <br />After the day's toil of tilling sins and virtues like a tractor <br />the tired locality like a dead body has entered into the stony sleep. <br />In the province of sleep, only the sleepless stars <br />bathing in the moonlight of Jikir* blaze to decorate the sky. <br /> <br />The world at this moment of night has turned into a mosque, <br />has turned into the quite solitude of the grave. <br /> <br />Like a pot made of glass <br />let the sleep be broken to those <br />let the sleep be broken to those <br />let the sleep be broken to those <br />who are wiling to subdue the moaning of heart <br />who are wiling to pick up the gold of timeless pardon <br />in their blissful fists. <br /> <br />*Remembrance of the name of Allah <br /> <br />[Translation of Bangla poem 'Prithibi Ekhon Ei Ratey' taken from the poet's first book 'Pronoyer Prothom Pap' (1996) ]<br /><br />Sayeed Abubakar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-at-this-moment-of-night/
