Beyond Land and Time

This Field Now Littered

(Dhān Kātā Hoye Geche)

Translated by Buddhadeva Bose & Jyotirmoy Datta

Some one, some time, had reaped this filed now littered

With leaves, egg-shell, snake-skin—cold and desolate.

Across all these I tread, and there in that other field

Some I knew are sleeping—how deep and intimate.

One is there asleep—how often did I meet her,

How often wrong in my heart’s malingerings!

And yes this peace; the grasshopper and the grass.

Now cover all her thoughts and dark questionings.