Without translation, through intuition

Your hands,

your touch—

Your eyes,

your gaze—

Your lips,

your kiss—

Have translated me

so many times, in so many ways.

My tears,

my silence,

my restlessness,

my loneliness—

They are mine,

and yet,

They too have translated you

so many times, in so many ways.

Whatever still remains—

let it be. I will understand,

Without translation,

through intuition.

[Translated By: Prasenjit Aich]

[Main Poem: বিনা অনুবাদে। অনুমানে। | সৌরভ ভট্টাচার্য]