Classic Poem

In the zone where spirits roam, at the light of a fire
hunters have kindled by scraping up a spark on the dry wood
dragged in by elephants, where a female monkey has startled
a large herd of gentle deer and then digs at earth, there a woman
wanders toward the burning ground, her hair streaming wet
and falling loose down her back while her large eyes are filled with grief!
Though she, in the vast well-guarded palace of her husband
where the eye of the concert drum never is silent, has only
been alone for a little while,
she is fleeing her young years that make her tremble with the sweetness of life!