Today my dancer fish
died. How did she know, the death
was nearby. She went to a nook to lie down.
Again my old pain comes
back. A parrot was imitating a tall
man. All the parrots were burnt alive.
Remaining poor I made
you a rich and immortal O god, to stay
in the sanctum sanctorum walls of gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem