How ambiguous emotions, what
diverse attractions we are living amidst,
yet, we are falling like stones do,
straight and without ambiguity.
In the net of how many forms of shame
and imaginary honour we flounder about,
yet, we are supposed to bring everything
that is meant to be concealed, in the open.
late we understand that the
obscurity of eyes may be brighter
than a lamplight, and how late
we notice the world eternally
falling on her knees.
Translated by: Maria Bencsath