Violence
is not for violence’s sake, I say from love,
I
spring from love.
In
some eyes, anger lies deep down—
Outside
the man appears as quiet as a gentle lake
But
anger remains inside him around his heart.
The
anger was not for anger’s sake,
I
fought for love
Blood
is not spilled out from below the gullet
A
grenade which I hid in my grip.
There
is a sensitive feeling heart inside a grenade,
War
isn’t just for war’s sake,
I
kept a lovely grenade in my grip, for I
meant
it as a birthday present for you.
Translated
by Tasaddoque Hussain
Abid
Azad
(1952—2005)
Poet.
Poetry : Ghaser Ghatana (1976), Amar Mon Kemon Kore (1980), Banotaruder Marma
(1982), Shiter Rachanabali (1983). Awards : Bangabandhu Award (1977),