A bird in me must wake up
and peck a golden quince.

A horse in me must wake up
and bite in half its golden reins.

A dog in me must wake up
and tear apart its golden leash.

A sun in me must wake up,
scattered and one, like scales of a goldfish.

I hear a face-like bell jingling in the wood,
I see a violet scarf flying over the rainy field,

my heart lies in the net of joy and woe,
beating as if someone's knocking on the door.