When you neglect me selfishly,
It restores me to Nature.
I cover myself with green leaves,
Then I put stars on my forehead.
My heart, a lake full of lotus is now abode of swans.
Sometimes I call upon the snake cobra in the moon-lit vigil.
I float this modern civilized body in the blue chest of sky.
I become involved in the eternal play,
In the abstract love of Nature.
In this way I become mysanthropist.
The fraudulence of human beings keeps me away from them.
I admit my defeat thinking this truth,
Sky can say words of love better than that of man,
Wind can give lovely touch better than that of boy.