A daily flight to the land of invisible art
Forest-pictures on the banks of the bridge of eyes
Talks with words of love fascinated with fragrance
Searches for unknown stars in the Baltic Sea
Untimely hailstorms loom on the horizon
The wall of mind is white due to a separation with joy
Old clothing in a room of remembrance
Nirvana of expressionless happiness in the seed of blood
The spring sun is flying, the tide is high
The wings of the body are embodied in the heaven’s hair-parting
A terrible storm is on the way to Pulsirat, the river of the dead
Clouds are there hiding from your eyes when you go to the front
Translated by Jyotirmoy Nandy
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