A deer grazes at the heart of the moon
Very often the question arises
Who is a man
Who's a woman
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A weird dictionary I planned to compile
Long ago I built a castle in the air
Utterly absurd
No word would find a place there
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Till yesterday which was not a bird
but something else
Even today morning
it crossed the bridge on foot
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Drum beats and clapping of bamboo clappers
on the night deepened by pigeons' coos
my heart is impaled as if jabbed by a spear
What are you doing now, o bihuwoti
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Again on Saturday the flood will rush around
The fragrance of heart sips in the incessant rain
The ration will reach on Sunday
Pitching a tent sadness will settle in my heart
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The short winter days shrink
Smoke rises into the air and disappears
from the top of the bamboo groves
Obscene abuses and curses
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I've spread so arid an atmosphere
that the tears of my wife have dried up
I've kept burning such a fire all the time
that the smile of my wife has burned up
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For the fourth time I've moved house
Even in the fourth place
he keeps sitting tight
His name is Ancient Quietness
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Dead midnight
we were walking
in the moonlight
Under the jamun tree a path
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