This is from a portion where Daulat Qazi shows how, during the rainy months, the sad heroine of the tale – Moyna – pines for her beloved who has gone far away:
In the second month of the rains
Moyna feels happy – it would rain on –
Many moods tinge her mind
Water flows all over the earth
It is dark like night all the time
The newlyweds play wild games of love
The skies turn green
The fields turn green
Green are the ten sides
And green is the daylight
Streaks of lightning play with clouds
Wild lovers make love
The nights – strong, dark and terrific
Games and waves go by, as do the colours
and the plays
In the second month of the rains
Waves of the seasons reveal themselves
How do I cross the river without Hori?
Fast flows the ocean and it roars
Winds blow reckless
Fires of parting rise four times higher…
Sad since birth you are, King’s Daughter,
In vain do you take his name
Know this, that, loving good people with all heart,
is like a garland that becomes new every moment
Soldier-Hero-Jewel brightens the world
Another sample of medieval Bangla poetry penned by Rohingya Sufi Daulat Qazi who had gone to the Arakans from his birthplace at Chittagong –
Niranjan – the Colourless Emptiness –
Creates humans – as priceless jewels
There is none like the humans
In the Three Worlds
Without humans, there is no mind,
No knowing, no signs
Without humans, there are no holy books
Humans are the utmost gods –
Humans perform all rituals & worship
Seeking utmost Wisdoms
Humans are the divinity, sublime; humans are god and the gods
Without human beings, there is no one to divide the universe, the gods and the religions
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Reference ; https://countercurrents.org/2018/06/medieval-rohingya-poetry/?fbclid=IwAR0UpmDfCGgHRVj-9Ut22epQzUvY6El7xDfN-fnFbr-pfIRb2SyvBLu_qaM
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