বুদ্ধদেব বসুর কবিতা "একখানি হাত" কবিতার তরজমা ~ A Lonesome Hand

Clouds cluster above; a peaceful road lies beneath;

It’s all silence; night cruises midway.

Darkness prevails in the roadside houses;

The sleeping city dreams away.

Fatigue consumes the body, sleep besmears the eyes,

Walking back home all alone.

A rain is looming, therefore,

Hastily I move on.

At the window in a lower-story room

Of a roadside house I by a chance saw

The dim blue light

Of fluorescent glow.

Only this window lets some light out

Rest of the city rests in silent darkness.

I went nearer and raised my eyes to look through

Then and there closed the window panes.

I stole a look of a lonesome white hand

And leaving no chance another

The two panes of the window closed in

And kissed their parts together.

A lonesome white hand, few fingers

A diamond-cut lustre of the ring,

A thin bangle around the wrist, blue light waning,

Eyes’ twinkling.

Drowsy sleep glides in both eyes yet again

Darkness has the whole world consumed:

I’ll be in the clasp of death ere I know

Whosoever’s was that hand.

I return to my private place, and the rain too;

The howl of the wind catches ear;

Tomorrow if I meet the face of whose hand it was

I won’t recognize her.

I sprawl in the bed and sleep has failed me

Don’t know how far the night has advanced;

If ever I touch that hand, never will I know

It was that very hand.