When you discard the gauzy covers of your soul
To sense yourself with naked skin;
When everything is part of you and you are part of everything
And everything’s so twangy, piercing, fresh and droll;
When there is nothing but your spreading like a water mind
In weightless union of spirit and your blood;
When morning dew falls down from flower-bud
With gentle touch of puff of wind
Let you just talk to me without terminations and connections,
And you will see yourself and myriads of reflections.
перевод Александры С.
When you discard the gauzy covers of your soul
© Copyright: Елена Данилушкина, 2010
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