Sun-bright Sun-bright Clouds

 
The one you write about so much — I long to see her.
You love her so deeply, what must you be like...!
Can one human being love another human being like this!
You are not human... not anything I understand. Tell me, what are you?


You never feel like talking.
You never want to tell me,
Sit before me! No work allowed today.
Hold me close, the way kohl clings to eyes.
....Don't you ever want to?


My anger, my hurt — all forbidden.
The you within you, the one you threaten...
Just as so much stirs in you,
so much stirs in me too.
Though your inner self won't leave you—
that true person who loves her
—hears the call to go with her,
...all this you don't know.
Some calls can go unheard, but cannot be ignored.


Why don't you ever want to talk with me?
Don't you like talking to fools?
I'm thinking of discarding my heart from my heart.


Last night I thought, so many people, yet I have no one,
I'm lonely as the moon.
I have no complaints against you.
And listen, you're a fool too!
You think I sulk with you,
...but that's not it. Whatever hurt I carry is a different hurt.
What good would sulking with you do?
You're already nurturing whole chunks of resentment,
turning morning's breakfast syrup into evening juice to drink!


Even if I came and stood before you
you wouldn't recognize me!
You'd still be searching for your inner self.


For one moment, merge your inner self with me,
hold me to your chest and see
if any other joy in the world can beckon
and steal you away! Just try once, how about it?


Give me a photograph. You sitting at the table or by the window grille.
Or with the balcony garden.
If you don't want to, don't. Nothing real happens by force.
I have no power over you in anything.


But sometimes, that little bit of wanting... I'll suppress even that.
Say I'm longing to bury my head in your t-shirt
and hold you tight... to hear your heart's thump-thump. But no, I won't listen.
No force. Nothing at all.


Tell me, does anything happen by force? Yes, it does. Children happen.
More children are born from force than from love.
Never mind, let me drop this!
I have a handful of starlight — will you take it?