Translated by Ranjini Obeyesekere, in The Island, 25 February 2015
- The Water Buffalo
My beard on fire
in haste, I was running, running down in the dawn,
bearing the burdens of life
all on my back;
at the edge of the road, in a large clump of grass
like a fat merchant spread eagled on his easy-chair
I saw you lie. Continue reading







