Женитба с вечността в поезията на Божидар Пангелов

MARRY ME

Will you break off with me,

my beloved,

morsel for morsel laddu*?

My dream doesn’t come to me,

my bed is divided,

my heart – dry,

fire is rankling me.

You’ll regret,

my beloved,

if you taste it –

outside it’s sweet

inside – bitter.

Twice more,

my beloved,

your tear will run fast

if you pass me by scornfully.

In my chest

I wear a diamond of snake,

a lion-hair on my wrist,

a wealth of Brahman

in my head.

Will someone take them, gifted

someone else but my death?

Ah, my beloved,

marry me.

photo: Dessy Tsvetkova