Sweekar/ Acceptance Translated by Sarbeswar jana

Sweekar/ Acceptance

Translated by Sarbeswar jana


Just tell me who inflicted pain on you
I would dig out his skeleton
and make a cage out of it
and install in it an urn
filled with milk, blood and water
honey and other liquid
that you may preserve
like a bird does for a dark night.

and tell me who loved you
I would like to presnt him
the marrow of my bones
torn out of my body
with colour and romance of pink -
delicious. or feed him on
the succour of my throat.

I shall wait for his nod
through a chink of the window
where I shall set my eyes.
my eyes that are ferocious
glowing with an ancient pride
the eyes that may already be dim
the little light that they still emit
suffices to light up the chains
which I blissfully forgot so long.

you are kind enough to offer
that suffering on a plate
the red sandal paste and
sacred leaves
and force

In return, won't I do
at least this much for you?
Just tell me who longed for you.

I promise, never shall I
blackmail you ever with his name.