A few people want to know to which woman of the world
I loved first.
A few people want to know to whom I write my first letter
Some ask, Which name did I wrote down first furtively
What did amazed me first, whose hand did I touched first
I could not tell anything about all these questions
of my first memories
I gazed on like an idiot.
Who ever recollect memories of first tears,
then there were so many rains
The word I wrote on the earthen slate first
Could not be told to anybody at any cost
When did I first embraced that white swan on my bosom
That feeling has mixed with the wind
The name I engraved first on the stairs of the lake
After so many years those writings were all wiped away with tears
How could I show that initial alphabet?
How could I express the feeling of my first weep after
I dreamt my first dream?
I've covered my face a million times when I first uttered
the word 'I love you'.
When I first saw the rain on Earth
When I first heard the bird chirp, When I first saw the evening star.
No, no I couldn't remember all those things
Nobody could remember those
Who have first given me a rose secretly
Have concealed a timid letter in my book
Who has first spoken to my ears a few words
intoxicating, like a cuckoo
All of those I couldn't remember at all.
Original in Bangla by Mahadev Saha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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