Intoxication

Tell me, how much darker must the kohl around my eyes grow
before these two eyes rise above their thirst to not see you?

Tell me, what shade must I paint these lips
so that those crimson lips will never speak your name, not even by mistake?

With what bangles must I fill these hands
so they will never call out to you again?

Which sari must I wear
so it will never remind me of you again?

Before which mirror must I stand, tell me,
so my entire form will no longer announce your existence?

How much slower must I draw each breath
so no one will ever see that you too live in my sighs?

On which clock must I check the time
to truly forget this waiting for you?

How much more must I achieve
before your name slips back even a little from the first place?

Whose companion must I become
to finally satisfy this longing for your company?

Whom must I touch, tell me,
to completely forget all the secret words of your caress?

In which lap of nature must I lie
for this ache in my chest for you to truly cease?

In what intoxication must I drown and shatter, tell me,
for your spell to break forever from this life?