When the Sun peeps through the leaves of
The Ahot tree
He blows at the flute…
The sound of the flute weaks up the birds
Multicoloured buds brust open
A group of butterflies fly about at random
Leading their brood of ducklings
The ducks slip into the water
The kingfisher and the paddy bird
Hover above the water.
When the Sun peeps through the leaves of
The Ahot tree
He blows at the flute…..
The girl descending into the pond
With a pitcher balanced on her hips, Returns
The flute keeps calling her
With a primeval tune…
The girl keeps on walking with eyes lowered
Pretends just not to hear.
The flute keeps calling….
(Ahot tree: Peepul tree)
Source : HUMMING A PIECE OF SOLITUDE
Poems of ROUSAN ARA BEGUM
Translated by SYED AHMED SHAH
