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The Undefeated Person

by VIPLOB PRATIK

I stand alone in the field
Locking house windows, all of you are shrieking
I like the act of viewing people’s spectacles
and I feel that people
are but a horde watching a spectacle
I’m proud-I stand alone in the field
I cry-I experience the suffering
of wounds/assaults/and thoughts
but I’m proud-I stand alone in the field
I’m eager to meet
young men who brave storms
young women who brave attacks
I’m eager to hold out a costly tray
decked with tears strung as finely as pearls
I stand alone in the field
The moon is alone/the sun is alone/the earth is alone
I stand alone in the field.

Translation by Manjushree Thapa

You and I in the Furnace

by VIPLOB PRATIK

Just as the fire rages in the furnace
when the wind rushes through the stoker
you are blowing your breath all over
the coals of my anxieties
and the embers of my disorders are alight

As the hammer
dipping into water, heating up in flames
beats molten iron
you beat my mind and emotions
The reach of my sorrow expands

At times I feel: how marvelous is your handiwork
What sort of skill is this? Amazing—
What are you trying to make?
You are so lost in your effort
I am afraid to ask about your creation
lest I should hinder you

Yet—should I stay quiet, asking nothing, I worry
some fearsome creation might take place
Tell me—how long you will keep stoking this fire?
—how long you will beat my mind and emotions?
Could it be that you have mistaken me for metal?

Translation by Manjushree Thapa

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