he shall betray you and you know it
he is fed up with what you are not
but he shall keep you, not because love is there
on that nest of being together
it is the law that keeps things in tact
and with full maturity, neither love nor hate
can tear what is interwoven
you are there with a headdress and he is there with his
pipe on his mouth
smoke rises in the air
continuously
inside that frame of nothing
but black and white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem