Search,search in the bosom of night
With your hands outstretsched
Those hands where time keeps moving.
Search in the mirrors at daytime
With your fingers in the reflection of your face,
Where darkness keeps moving.
All along descending relentlessly
Is a heavy load of lead.
Your face is dark,
In your hands is the weight of lead.
- Bhaben Barua
Translated from Assamese by D N Bezboruah