Transmutation

The torn tune of a broken violin
Signifies the evanescence of joy.
So many faded voices intermingle 
This day and the night. 
Moonlight has disappeared 
In the sky overcast with commingled clouds. 
The wind is sombre with the sadness 
Of Bismillah's 'shehnai'.
The songs of 'Mohiner Ghoraguli'
Leave a rhythmic effect 
In the somnolence of the mind.
Feelings are transmuted into excruciating pain.
A kind of communication 
Changes into a complex form. 
The bright book of life is
Shrouded with obscurity;
The candle light slowly burns out 
Into a darkness deep;
In this night and silence
We'll get lost or
Get back the lost words
By walking through lanes and bylanes of life.  

Ahaduzzaman Mohammad Ali is a former professor of Dhaka University.