When You or the World
by Shahinur Islam
When you or the world keeps turning down me
When life denies my happiness deadly,
I enjoy my melancholy with songs
and wallow in silent sorrow that longs
to suck all my pains like sponge,
to take me to the sea of trance to plunge
and lift me from the known to the unknown.
My sorrow then melts into tune alone
with no form like an Indian classic
and makes me a raga that flies birdlike.
I have a musical flight in the sky
sometimes hovering, sometimes soaring high;
no pangs or sorrow can touch me that time
I am above everything in my prime.
O Music! Let me live like this for life
whether it is sorrow, sadness or strife.
For nothing can melt my melancholy
as you do boozily, fiercely, freshly.