Lament Of Splendor Poem by Md Fazlul karim

Tonight, my heart, be still,
You already know all there was to know.
Let another soul wander restless,
Let her bow at doors in weary supplication.

The trees march on, drunk with thirst,
While you pour wine into a fevered heart.
Look within your belly—see the cunning craft,
Another human waits to be born in this grief.

Time runs fast; man seeks man in vain,
Yet never finds him—an ancient sin.
Sing praises, pray in her name,
But can the heart ever be calm,
When the soul rages like the sea?

Silks, furniture, mansions, cars—
What are they,
But fragile walls against the illness
Looming vast as the Himalayas?
Plaques of memory lie scattered in many places across the earth
Wipe them clean,
Or wrench them out by the root, mercilessly.

No one admits to guilt—envy hides behind honor,
Yet ribs long to sprout wings,
To take flight in hope.
Still, the body lies dim on a worn-out mattress,
A fading heart drowned in coming sorrows.

And yet—tonight, after many long years,
I must sleep.
You will come, embrace me in intimacy tonight,
And at the sun's arrival, you will depart.
I shall endure it still,
Welcoming a fresh burden of pain.