Let me tell you one thing
In this white heat of the noon
When Flowers feel dry with thirst
When the crystal sun belch out fire
When the wrinkled body of the log
waits for being impalpable ash in
the unextinguished hearth
Let me tell you one thing
In this rainy evening
When the sky is soaked with tears
The grey clay sinks into dirty mud
When the copper moon in the West
When the implacable sweetness of the
Champak fades slowly at boughs
in the flower garden

Let me tell you that I don’t know what to tell you,
Not that I didn’t want to tell you,
I wanted most to tell you when you had been in my arms
When you placed that warm kiss on my cheeks,
I don’t know what to tell, how to feel it
Believe me, I knew not.