Watches the lump of sugar covered with flies.
Even so do I, watch your shadowy profile,
Here, in my needless, loveless exile.
I haven’t loved you fully, though it was my duty –
I’ve kept some love in store.
Some cherished desires are still unsatisfied:
The blind-erotic skeleton of your beauty
I do safeguard in my imagination.
If I fail in this forlorn game,
I’ll chew and lick your beautiful frame;
Countless ants of my arms shall thee embrace:
Many have loved before, but I’ll be first in race.
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman