Beyond Land and Time

The Foxes

(Jєi Shôb Shєyālerā)

Translated by Tapan Jyoti Barua

When the fabulous daylight fades into the night

The foxes, out for game for aeons,

Crawl furtively—in and out of forest hills.

There they are in the moonlight

Gawping at the deep snowdrift

If only they could find words miraculously for their feelings

Like the soulful utterance of human,

They would have been shattered in awe

By the ravishing luminous view.

When I suddenly saw you on the fringe of life

Even my honest intentions were jolted in thrilling darkness.