I'm ready for any sin,
You are ready for any feat!
I am the source of carnal pleasures,
You have the form of an angel.
I blow up the silence of worlds,
You sow calmness with your eyes!
I am a magnet for iron fetters,
You own a Bahai garden.
I create confusion in Paradise,
You're pulling me out of hell!
I drink your blood with a grin,
You whisper with a smile: "So it is necessary!"
I spit on poets and muses,
You inspire me to write poetry!
I long for the realm of lost souls,
You're bringing me back from the ashes.
I am your minus sign, cross and plague!
You are my freedom and prison!
Jane Bukharova
Astana city Kazakhstan
January 2021