Prayer
Mahfuza, your body is my rosary
I observe you and my prayer is done
In any prayer other than yours
My body is not cowed in such attention
I am exhausted in your fire
So that you can be happy
At your closeness arises vigorous God
Then being a shield you check His slanting rays
By getting your touch my pangs come down by seventy times
I every day practice the exact spelling of your name
Somewhere Tasdid Zazam seems to be read
Man listens to my overflowed recitations
With your name is sacrificed my offspring
Keeping head in immolation frame modern-Ismail will not tremble
Mahfuza your body is my rosary
I observe you and my prayer is done.
Apocalypse
An old angel wakes me up
Placed me on your two shoulders
You cannot see me, I could not either
Yet with both hands I continue writing your ruling orders
At times I intend to inform you
What a lot you have
In the same body we dwell
Alas! Such a misfortune how we never see each other
So to let you know the manuscript of my writing life
I will wait till the resurrection.
Auspicious Evening
On an auspicious evening we went out along with you
On the ancient path of the world
Standing for a while at the estuary of Trideba we went to the west
In that deep forest we sensed- the awakening of life
Do you remember the life killing stories of setting sun at Tribeny
Then the lioness cubs were drawing water from mother’s breasts
Walking by the river side we built up human habitation
Do you remember in excellent description those penetrable memories
Not of Magadh nor of Maithily I was the prince of Shakya
You were the well- bred young girl
Though today is the time of Nirvana,
I do not differentiate between Sujata and Chunda.