Translations

Can I not live believing none unworldly?

Say I only keep my faith in a fairy flower;

Or, what if my faith is in a gushing river?

If I blend prayers into tuneful wood-notes,

Morbid sun if makes me love mango sprouts,

If I dream all about tripping cloudlets?

In case I find life in this petrichor-

And assume these are mythic matchless deities?

What if I say these thoughts do make me satisfied-

Will I be abandoned to violent abyss?

 A few tunes, all which I seek salvation in,

Scanty words make all my prosodic garland,

Cutleries and crockeries, two hearts and a room-

No regular bookish provision;

Surrounded by two kittens' restless frisking,

Nominal books, tambourine and a harmonium-

Frenzied with unending melting octaves,

Dear friend, nowhere else I leave my heart,

If so, then am I going to the abyss?