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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Moyna by Daulat Kazi

 


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


 





Reference ; https://countercurrents.org/2018/06/medieval-rohingya-poetry/?fbclid=IwAR0UpmDfCGgHRVj-9Ut22epQzUvY6El7xDfN-fnFbr-pfIRb2SyvBLu_qaM

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