Black storms


My caravan wiht colours and fragrances

was looted completely

The spring let me like a lotus with a spot

on heart alone in desert

The black storms of autumm are all around

my life

So, therefore I could´nt see the difference

between the spring and the atumm
 
 

      Love´s offering 
 

  I made a garland

of tears, of blood

like the beads of rubies

to adorn your beautiful neck

This garland, a lovely present

an offering of my love

for your acceptance

to embrace me lovely!

Transl. M. Batra Jul.1970 Ariana Hotel