My poems are my friends!
The stars, the dust clouds, the sky—my friends!
The gull is my friend,
So are the deer, the lion, the monkey—
But I have no friend among mankind.
The stars, my distant friends, awaken seeking me,
From light-years away, in the farthest corners of the cosmos.
I gaze back in awe, my chest brimming with love.
The gull, my companion, flies over the river
On bright sunny days—I see, I smile.
I dream of my name etched on the surface of a blue star—
where I shall never be burnt!
I have befriended both the nebula and the comet.
Though they may delay, one day they'll come for me.
They never ignore me—
They may be late, but they never forget.
I have no friend from mankind.
Man seeks the flaw in every star,
Measures its limits,
Cannot endure its brightness—
Instead, they kindle shadows
In the very council of light.
It is man who carries the burden of limitation,
Who deprives—I cannot endure it.
Who wounds—I cannot bear it.
I have no friend from mankind.
They do not accept me as a friend.
To them, I am someone else beneath the skin.
Yet all I ever said was simply this:
I am the child of stars,
I belong to the cosmos!