Translations

For now, I would rather turn around. Having smeared my hands in black for so long Never did I think of you, as yours. Now as I stand on the cliff at night The moon beckons me fondly Or as I stand on the banks of Ganga, asleep The pyres emit warm invites I could leave, yes I could go away in any odd direction But, why would I? I would rather hold my child’s face and plant a kiss Leave I will Not just yet. I would take you-all along as well Alone, I shall not go at this untimely hour.

My head is hanging down in shame, but that is not a big deal. My veins are throbbing with anger, but neither is that a big deal. The big deal is that, A debate got settled today, at last. A few days ago I was having an intense debate With a senior poet on whether ghosts exist. They don’t, they don’t, they do not- I was screaming. They do, they do, they do- They maintained. That debate got settled today. Ghosts really do exist. Who else would fire the bullets?