In the jungle never were days barren of touching
panthers, cobras, tigers –
treading licking in golden frames.
A thick nectar pours from the depths of intoxication
with butterflies, dragons from the east it flies
During your childhood you met many fantastic beasts
Lynx rubbed against your legs,
Snakes whispered sweet little words,
Adorned in scorpion beads.
During adolescence you began to shun your acquaintances
And learned to sleep with a loaded weapon under your pillow
All of your beloved having turned into
Monkeys bounding in wilderness.
When you became an adult, when it receded like a shadow
A shadow, having grown still,
You do not see dreams at all and sleep with a weapon
Placed at the end of your bed.