Looking out a window into the courtyard,
spying a barrel cactus just outside of it.
An ocotillo's fragile branches are standing
behind, while another pastel orange plant
has tendrils lying across the barrel cactus.
Making it look like it has two eyes and
is winking at me, having a nose and a wide
mouth also.
A wonderful image being shown to this mere
poet by nature on the other side of a window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem