When it started to rain, I was alone in the porch,
I ran. I thought I would find you in the water.
I thought that you might be soaked in the cloud,
Or the rain. Beneath the shiuli tree’s bosom.
Soaking your hair.. oh… in sky wrenching water…
But you were not to be found.
Not outside in the rain.
My heart is clouded again…
And it is raining like the end of times. Inside.
(A feeble attempt to translate Shakti Chattapadhayay’s second verse from বৃষ্টি নামল যখন)