Only the autumnal wail
Only the swallow's thirst
for moonbeams
Sometimes a tale
Sometimes I hum a verse
Only in the heart
a pale purple river
deep and surging
lean in times
and sometimes in spate, raging
Only words
love, non-love
memory, forgetting
the hours of waiting
Talk only of wings breaking
only of being cursed
Only the autumnal wail
solitary moments.
Translated by Pradip Acharjya
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