I want

The serving of red tea to the sun

By the sky

After waking him up in the morning

And

The wait of flower

For the butterfly

After wearing the sari,

Give magic

To my mundane life

To live

To yearn to make human life meaningful.

Yes, without pain,

Without desire

And without imagination,

It is worthless to live.

I want sadness,

I want pain,

I want loneliness,

I want the crowd of imagination.

Yes, that is why,

I listen to the song of the silence,

And love the profound relationship

Of hour hand,minute hand

And second hand.'