18 article(s) translated from Bengali Exile Poem (Magazine) By Tuhin Das | April 21, 2022 Tuhin Das Tuhin Das is an exiled poet from Bangladesh who is now a writer in residence at the City of Asylum in Pittsburgh. His new book, Exile Poems, is forthcoming from Bridge and Tunnel Books in Arunava Sinha's translation. About this poem, Das writes, "Sampsonia Way is often hushed, being at a distance from the main street, West North Avenue. Of course, it’s not a bad thing to have found a quiet place to write. My exile is not just for my body but also for... Notes from Kolkata (Magazine) By Sonnet Mondal | April 17, 2020 Sonnet Mondal meditates on the lockdown in India and its possible aftermath in three short poems. Lockdown Where roads do not unfurl the need for limits breathes through dry tears. Where Solitude takes wing for the falling Sun amnesia shrouds a generation. Caged, wingless, a bird waits for the last dusk as a forsaken boatman rows for food in the twilight. The Answer A dry land seeking liberty to wet itself wonders about the quiet after this storm. The... Shaheb Bibi Golam (Magazine) By Bimal Mitra | December 1, 2017 In this excerpt from the novel Shaheb Bibi Golam, Bimal Mitra examines issues of family loyalty, conflict, and guilt when a young man enables an older woman’s alcohol addiction. It was late. Who knew where Bhootnath could buy liquor at this hour? He had no idea where the shop was. There was just one place where he might get it. Perhaps Jaba’s family cook was there right now, squatting on a brick by the road with an earthen pot, and singing his favorite devotional,... Heeng Kochuri (Magazine) By Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay | December 1, 2017 Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay’s short story details a young boy’s friendship with a prostitute in a poor Calcutta neighborhood. We lived in a single room in Hari-babu’s bamboo-and-tile house. Several families lived in the same building. One room was occupied by a bangle-seller and his wife. His name was Keshab. I addressed him as Keshab-kaka. As soon as water flowed in the pipes every morning, everyone would line up with their pitchers and bowls and cans and... The House of Wax (Magazine) By Subodh Ghosh | December 1, 2017 An unexpected encounter in a West Bengal train station reveals the surprising emotional fallout of a divorce in a tale from Subodh Ghosh. What train is this, so late at night? The breathless, tired train rolls into Rajpur Junction in the dark, misty rain, against the cold wind, and rests at the platform. The train has probably journeyed from the banks of the Ganga. One can still hear the whistle of the steamer on the river, not so far away, the same steamer that has... Devdas (Magazine) By Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay | December 1, 2017 In this excerpt from a novel by Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, a man visits Calcutta after his father’s death and seeks out a courtesan he knows who has fallen on hard times. Devdas was exasperated after spending six months at home following his father's death. No pleasures, no peace, an entirely tedious existence. To add to it all, constant thoughts of Parvati, whom he remembered no matter what he was doing. And his brother, Dwijdas, and Dwijdas's devoted wife... The Assassin (Magazine) By Tuhin Das | November 1, 2017 Tuhin Das reflects on a writer’s struggle against censorship in Bangladesh and the power of words and empathy in difficult times. Listen to Tuhin Das reading "The Assassin" in Bengali. I give you these lines For you deserve them Many years later you will come to know Someone wrote these for you one day. I write when a dark night Has gathered over Bangladesh My writer friend is afraid A mournful clock by his bed Rings out suddenly He wakes up His eyes... Delbahar and Ghee (Magazine) By Prasanta Mridha | May 1, 2017 Translator's Note: Discovering Prasanta Mridha's essay series "Lost Livelihoods" was a delight. The first one I spotted was about black market Indian mill-woven cotton saris—a flourishing business during the early eighties. I was instantly transported to my childhood. There were many products being smuggled from India, but saris are the contraband I have a direct memory about. Bangladeshi mill cottons, according to my grandmother, had not achieved the softness of... Rasha (Magazine) By Muhammed Zafar Iqbal | December 1, 2014 Red welts had appeared on Rasha’s palm from Razzak Sir's caning, which meant she had to be very careful for the next few days to keep her grandmother from seeing them. Of course, her grandmother didn't take anything very seriously, so it’s possible she would not have asked about it even if it had caught her eye. Still, Rasha wasn't taking any chances. If her grandmother asked, Rasha would have to disclose everything, which she simply did not want to do. All her... Me and Mycobacterium tuberculosis (Magazine) By Shahaduz Zaman | July 1, 2014 When I was given the news, I was quite overcome. I was told I was going to England. I was supposed to work with a company in London for a couple of years as part of my job. I was instructed to apply for my visa. Such unexpected good fortune flabbergasted me. No one in my family had ever traveled to England, or anywhere abroad. I remember when I was a child my grandfather would recite this ditty to me: Th-a-a-a-m-e-s river has a bridge, beautiful, and then, Ships ply overhead, while... An Indian Citizen in Our Town (Magazine) By Mashiul Alam | December 31, 2012 An Indian citizen has arrived in our town. This isn’t really news. The Indian border is very close to our town and many people cross over every day. They are ours, they belong to this land. Most are smugglers. Though bona fide businessmen and those who are visiting relatives are not small in number either. This coming and going takes place every day. Although not many from that country come to ours, we don’t have the same interest in them that we have for people of other... Hands (Magazine) By Anwara Syed Haq | December 31, 2012 The workshop measured three and a half yards by one and a half. A narrow, confined room, where everything happened. Curtained with coarse sacking, about half of it remained out of sight. Motiur from the ganj peeked in there once. Since then he had gone funny in the head. When asked, “What did you see, Motiur?” he chuckled and scratched his head. Finally he said, “What’d I see? Tell you the truth, what I’d seen, heavens, what I saw, I can’t... Waiting (Magazine) By Ahmad Mostofa Kamal | December 31, 2012 1 Everyone was waiting for a miracle. This time they would see how powerful the Padma really was. Year after year they have witnessed the erosion by the river. Nothing had been spared; the Padma took houses, schools, bazaars, mosques, temples, police stations, telephone offices, farmland, and playgrounds. Everything surrendered to the Padma, even Ministers, MPs, and Presidents. So many came and went shouting loud pledges to halt the erosion, but they were playthings confronted by the... Snakes, Husbands, Ashalota, and Us (Magazine) By Shaheen Akhtar | June 1, 2012 Ashalota’s arrival in our lives occurred when, trying to rescue ourselves from our fear of snakes, we were stifling in the clutches of our husbands. Who isn’t afraid of snakes? Our husbands assure us. They say, “Why are you afraid of snakes? We’re here!” Their words make us laugh. “What brave men!” we say. Excited, they rear up and spread their hoods, display forked tongues as they coil around us. Husbands are snakes, not human. Human, not snakes.... Once Again Love (Magazine) By Shaheen Akhtar | April 2, 2009 "Cops on our tail, cops on our tail!" "Cut and run, cut and run!" The picnic party microbus is stuck in a traffic jam. Before anyone can react, a hijra— separated from her band which is receiving a drubbing from the police—jumps on board. She finds herself stuck between a crocodile in the water and a tiger on the bank. If she gets tossed out of the vehicle, the police are sure to grab and beat her. Seeing no other choice, the tiger on the bank—the head of the picnic... from The Ascetic and The Courtesan (Magazine) By Buddhadeva Bose | March 1, 2006 A Play in Four Acts *** Author's Note: Tapasvi o Tarangini (The Ascetic and The Courtesan) was published in five consecutive issues of the magazine Desh in 1966, after which it was published as a book with minor changes and additions. On its publication, a number of readers of Desh had written to me objecting to the dating of the legend. According to them, the myth of Rishyasringa was of the 'tretayuga' (the Third Age1), while that of Satyavati, Kunti, and Draupadi... Parul’s Motherhood (Magazine) By Selina Hossain | March 1, 2005 Parul calculated that it had been around six months since the man had disappeared. Some said he had drowned at sea, some that he had gone to Dhaka for work. Parul didn't care where the hell he went, but why did he leave without telling her? Would she have stopped him if he had told her? Would she have started crying? No, she would have done neither. She would have allowed whoever wanted to leave, leave. If there was any pain in her heart, it would have been her own. Why did the man run... Four Poems from “Sparks” (Magazine) By Rabindranath Tagore | March 1, 2005 Spring, it is time to tell The flowers to open. The leaves are whispering now With expectation. *** The spirit of life is oblivious Of where earth is, or the sky. That is why Flowers seek it in the stars, Stars seek it in the flowers. *** He who knows the truth Stores it in a treasure-chest proudly. He who loves the truth Keeps it inside himself humbly. *** Keep, and the load presses down On your shoulder. Give, and the whole wide world Is its porter. Translator's Note:...