In Our Sin by Kajal Bondyopadhayay Translated by S.M. Moniruzzaman | Poem | Our Lite Notes

In Our Sin

By Kajal Bondyopadhayay

Translated by S.M. Moniruzzaman 

I rarely dare to look at the pale faces of our martyrs.
Out of shame, out of remorse,
I feel afraid to look at their faces.

Thus eons went away.

Just recently their faces have begun to grow slight aglow;
Now I sometimes catch the voices of their spirits, cautious and sanguine,
Asking for justice.

I can also hear once again
The vociferous cacophony of the devil strives to drown
The melodious voice of our martyrs now,
And there's intense urgency for the making of a career.
I feel ashamed more than ever.

Will we let that pale light
Move away again from the faces of our martyrs to the devil incarnate?
And will we let the justice be delayed and thereby denied?
And will we continue living in sin?
Will we continue bearing the burden of war crime?
No crime can be redeemed with crimes anew
Without the punishment due.