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