In the afternoon, just after the long wait for you had ended,
We would set afloat
Our unblinking, rain-soaked gazes
Upon the rippling water.
Playful droplets would slip
Through the folds of your clothing and fall.
With every wave, your graceful bosom would sway,
And the moment my eyes fell upon it,
The rain-maiden would burst into laughter.
How young we were then�"
I, an innocent unemployed youth,
And you,
Newly admitted to Fazila Rahman Women’s College;
Above your college gate
Hung the flaming blossoms of Krishnachura.
O rain-maiden,
When I gaze toward your balcony,
Will the language of your eyes
Still teach me how to fall in love?
Translated By Mohammad Haikal Hashmi
