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Don’t cry out: ‘O! God!’
For He doesn’t have any power of hearing…
No eyes, He has, to see the suffering billions
And not even a single drop of spittle on His tongue…

A scoundrel emptied the throat of thirst…
Tear-drop of an Angel
Was only there to wet my lips….
One should not pay and get intoxication….
Madness, that you get
Without payment, is the real intoxication!

No definitions for me...
No language...
Intoxication is the liquid diamond
Kept in fire!

My love letters
Talk the language of revolution...
Keep that child away
For madness is an epidemic!
White germs are there in my veins...
No madness-manometers are there
To measure the expanse of my mind...

My neck has a simple wish: to swing...
I cut the rope to pull up water from the well...

Translated by Premji.