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Chandrakanta Murasingh
The Stone Speaks in the Forest
The golden deer grew restlessAnd suddenly came running
Into this amlaki grove
Looking for a mate.
One day the king arrived, lights played,
He stood with his foot
Pressing the forehead of the stone
And looking to find which way
His prey had fled.
The weight of his feet tormenting the hill
The stone was silent because
The pain was not his alone.
A man with a broken heart came today
Accompanied by his lady love
Sprayed dreams and tears on the stone
And went away rowing upstream.
They will build their home in the deep forest.
Water runs, the laidom leaves quiver
Hachukrai drags his bamboo raft
There is a market downstream, on a sandy islet.
Wondering, who will respond now,
The stone speaks in the forest
Bow and arrow in hand.
© Translation: 2000, Udayan Ghosh
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi, 2000
laidom: Wild and swinging leaf.
Hachukrai: Name of a villager.
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi, 2000
THE STONE SPEAKS IN THE FOREST
© 1995, Chandrakanta Murasingh
From: Holong Kok Sao Bolong Bisingo
Publisher: Shyamlal Debbarma, Kokborok Sahitya Sanskriti Samsad, Agartala
From: Holong Kok Sao Bolong Bisingo
Publisher: Shyamlal Debbarma, Kokborok Sahitya Sanskriti Samsad, Agartala
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THE STONE SPEAKS IN THE FOREST
From: Holong Kok Sao Bolong Bisingo
The Stone Speaks in the Forest
The golden deer grew restlessAnd suddenly came running
Into this amlaki grove
Looking for a mate.
One day the king arrived, lights played,
He stood with his foot
Pressing the forehead of the stone
And looking to find which way
His prey had fled.
The weight of his feet tormenting the hill
The stone was silent because
The pain was not his alone.
A man with a broken heart came today
Accompanied by his lady love
Sprayed dreams and tears on the stone
And went away rowing upstream.
They will build their home in the deep forest.
Water runs, the laidom leaves quiver
Hachukrai drags his bamboo raft
There is a market downstream, on a sandy islet.
Wondering, who will respond now,
The stone speaks in the forest
Bow and arrow in hand.
© 2000, Udayan Ghosh
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: 2000, Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi
From: Indian Literature 197
Publisher: 2000, Sundeep Prakashan, Delhi
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