Nowadays my sleep vanishes very often
An empty palanquin comes very close to me
In the subconscious mind,
Just only wants to get away -
The shadowy-face arouses that old intoxication
Being angry, gets drunk right behind.
I try to find out the curiosity of the peeping face
Try to overcome the ambiguity
At length, I harmonize with the bearers -
Hun-huna-hun, hun-huna-hun, hun-huna-hun
The fascinated thoughts are multiplied
All the swelling dreams are stumbled.
I talk to dry dust;
Build a relationship with spear-grass
The emotions are all twisted
Branches of thoughts try to spread, but I
Understand their limitation of availability.
I go back to sleep, and
Get fascinated by the new curves,
Think about the depressed-feelings
To the creepy chance of interaction,
The bearers leave me, my dreamy life!
Eventually the obsession breaks down;
The palanquin gets lost in the far away village
And the waiting palanquin door closes slowly.
The poet is a banker