Avoiding a few shades –
Be it of a valerian or a juniper,
I pretend from afar –
I'm almost fine.
Shrunk up like a narrow tree,
I listen to some wooing words
Stuck in one's place like a stone -
I become a theater-goer.
As far as endurance is in the marrow,
I keep laughing, I can make all laugh;
Approaching like a postman
I but stop and come back behind.
I could have been born as a bee –
To visit the slope of the hill,
The branches of every single tree.
I want to make a beehive,
Not to be a man and squeeze the honey from it;
But they look like comets, the place is too far.
How we remain the plane of incidents–
There is a gap between the sky and the ground in a similar way.
I am not private to anyone,
Universal worker bee in a global context,
Not being able to come forward for fear of a storm –
Back off before getting off,
Yet the Cyclone comes –...