I am informing you secretly, nothing so important,
nothing else- this is my own life-sign when I have been staved off;
he has informed me of his own affairs in a self-effaced tone.
When, in the plea of change, I have gone to the spot, near the rivers,
in bird watching expeditions, I have seen then also someone
leaves me near rivers and life and goes on playing behind dawn;
in real sense, the individual understanding of natural science
and desolation is really an inordinate audacity;
the sun rotates in mundane thoughtfulness-
when migratory birds also move on with soft treads
having eager waiting controlled by distant silence.
Thus, having some disbelief and the weight of self-effacement,
I have fallen into maladies.
At the advent of evening I begin to move restless
with my stationed feet under my own surprised emotion.
This is all I know by the bank of a blind river-
someone, having all the outcomes collected together,
bids this life at an auction.
I prefer myself to be freed, if necessary,
behind life-oasis, maladies, light and leaves;
all the rest are irrelevant then.