I'll soon be gone, quite alone <br />And quietly, taking none of you along <br />On this aimless journey. Useless <br />To insist, I must leave you all behind. <br /> <br />No, I'll take nothing at all. <br />On this solitary journey, you're stuffing <br />My bags for nothing; don't squeeze my favorites books <br />Into that beer-bellied suitcase. <br />I won't ever turn their pages. <br />And let the passport sleep on in the locked drawer. <br /> <br />Only let me have a look at the harvest <br />From my ceaseless toil, the quietly ripening fruits <br />Of my talent. But what on earth <br />Are these wretched things you bring? <br />Did I lie drunk with smugness in my little den <br />At having produced this inert, unsightly crop? <br />My soul screams in mute desolation <br />At the thought of carrying this sight with me, <br />I beg you, don't add to the burden of this journey. <br /> <br />[Translated by Kaiser Haq]<br /><br />Shamsur Rahman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-journey/
