I know spring rain one day will drive me mad,
As will the idle chariots of transient world.
This is the way it used to be in former days,
This is how other poets their minds once lost.
I know temptation will some time give me away,
Time'll fall in eye in broken glass of dreams,
Wind will approach as if my loyal friend,
And will on way to you keep company with me.
White turtledoves alighted on my arm,
Someone is holding me by threads of sunrise colors,
Don’t look for poet, not in me – it’s waste of time,
I only play with dream, play with desire.
I know spring rain one day will drive me mad,
As will the idle chariots of transient world.
This is the way it used to be in former days,
This is how other poets their minds once lost.