The dense green sari that lifts your body.
The red tip on the forehead is on the forehead.
I leave you no more
Can i go somewhere
You're my flag, my agriculture delta.
The snail of the palm-aman paddy smells
You paint my painting
You are the rhythm of verse, all the sounds
The first thing in the mouth of the child.
Thirty hundred of your milk flow in the chest
On the ground floor,
Like a new grape, your chin awakens-
You are mine, in love i am
You kept it around like that- all-
Wherever you go, you are just-you!
I feel embarrassed even in the dark,
You are the first light in the morning!