Opening the innermost Cage of heart

Translated by Professor Abdus Selim

I too will make a sculpture, Pygmalion
I’ll simulate the ovule through the curves
Follow the sensory of rituals, blend the grape-crystals
So that every moment it illuminates light  

So, mute the strict abidance of urbanity
Hush the sore circling of the wind
Let the aesthete drowse under the oblique moonlight

I’m the moon, I’m the mountain-stream, I’m the surf 
I pick tangible handful hand-in-hand with the horizon-blue    
I’m the heavenly agleam ax, and choral voice

Pygmalion�"know it for sure
Declining Venus’s boon�"
With these copper-smith hands of mine
I’ll build some wonder
It’ll bedevil entire Galatia, Helen’s face’ll appear fragile.

See my valor�"unlocking the herem of the heart
This buff dips into aesthetics.