Bhairav Aryal
Cloud, I don’t need your water
I have with me tears—my own
Sun! I won’t receive your heat
I have my own great trepidations.
Moon; I give your inebriation back
I have huge grieves—my own
What breath would you give me, Air?
Many sighs I myself own.
God, I reject this world of yours
I have created a new one
From these acrid realities
I have, in reality,withdrawn.
Trans: Mahesh Paudyal