dont in panic
bang around like this sparrow
into the window pane, the mirror
you will break your beak, tear your claws
dont be afraid of my childs joyous shouts
they come from his excitement and pleasure in
watching you
your heart, small as a corriander seed must be
palpitating
and your tiny tongue must be dry
dont be suspicious of me, sparrow
here i open the window
go, fly away outside
go, fluff yourself out in the sun
a tangled skein of dusty wool.
Translator: Ashok Pande
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