Strange type of a man, totally different.
You look for extrancts of love
You sit with your back to the full moon
And doesn’t want to see crater on the moon
You shed away all intolerance from your fingers
You entwine into the cobweb of love
You live into this earth like a dream-lover
And play with inexistant dream all the times.
Pure and sinless, you do not know
Birds fly away
With their beak turned blue with pain.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman