THE MAN IN FRONT OF YOU IS A MIRROR

The man in front of you is a mirror  
Gaze at his eyes that sketch your image  
As your eyes sketch his.  

No, a reflection is never a household thing  
Which can be concealed in a box,  
In the heart, in a mirror, in the skull or in trees and flowers.  
Your image floats in a moving fan and from  
The turning wheel a fish watches the arrowpoint  
Although I know Death is dancing like the aerial roots  
I pin rest of my days in your hair  

The man in front of you is a mirror  
Gaze at his eyes that sketch your image  
As your eyes sketch his.  

In your eyes the cornfields and the sprawling clouds  
The rivulets sketch different pictures  
Do they know how things have been rolled into one  
How cloud is not different from rivulet,  
Rivulet from rock  
Rock from mountain range  
And Mother Earth  
From that ocean is not separate also  
The underlined words of the verse  
Are not delinked from the sentence,  
From inquiry and mind  
And never the desires are different from grinding intellect.  

To such views eye appears as banian leaf  
The left half of my body is different from the right  
And the universe from the mirror  
Roots and shoots from the tree and the claws from aerial roots  
The fish from arrowpoint and so forth and so forth.  

The man in front of you is a mirror  
And there is a mirror behind  
Mirror to the left and mirror to the right and above and below  

Your myriad images flash in dancing mirrors  
And inside the mirror whose heart is it  
Whose heart you are sketching  
The thousand-handed, the million-footed, the billion-handed has one heart  
That throws thousands of silver swords into the sky:  
A sun of never-ending love and pricks.  
  

Translation :
The poet.