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Translated from Bangla by Md. Ziaul Haque.I go near a tree and utter:Oh kind tree, can you provide me a poem?The tree replies, if you can penetrate my barkAnd amalgamate with my marrow, thenPerchance you will unearth a poem.Into the ears of a putrefying wall I murmur:Oh wall, can you provide me a poem?The antiquated wall says in a moss-thickened voice,If you are able to crush yourself into this brick and mortar, thenPerchance you will unearth a poem.I go near an old man, kneeling down,Oh aged one would you please provide me a poem?Tearing apart the curtain of silence the astute voice utters- ifYou can carve the wrinklesOf my faceOn yours one, thenPerchance you will unearth a poem.For a few verses of poetry aloneHow long should I kneel down before this tree,Decrepit wall and the old man?Tell me, how long?