Those who have only clung around the craze
by Shahinur Islam
Those who have only clung around the craze,
dressed smartly in the fashionable clothes
but afforded not a single moment
to see with their own eyes pains of the age,
have perhaps got the things in profusion
but could not enjoy the endless at all.
So their soulless life lives like the jiol post.
Communion with the endless doesn’t stir them.
With the peel-deep happiness and pleasure
of the unclothed civilization
they have only been enchanted lifelong—
those who are peel-vorous, pleasure-thirsty.
But the peel envelops only the seed
of the real and enraptured happiness.
The pith of civilization doesn’t lie
outside; it lies in the meditation,
in farming the deep field of life and world.
So those who have had a taste of the pith
have the only right to rule for ages
those who have suffered from fads and crazes
and have been affected with delirium.
Yet the delirious are lords in fashion
toeing the line and ruling pith-eaters.
The peel rules the world; the pith does not rule.
And so its broad breast is not embraced yet
by the so far absconding happiness.