Намастэ (Namaste)

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We did not sleep with my friend together.
We smoked on verandah quietly chatting.
And remembered long and in detail with no matter
Our last rafting down the Marsiandi,
Sky with planets slowly moving round,
Warm overnight staying by the rapids
And my queen who has begun to long, as it turned out,
For returns and for the crowded palace.
We remembered the road, where says
Everyone who by chance you see
“I am greeting the God in your face, who has just come across with me!”
Anapurna peaks were white like sugar
High above the fog like an illusion.
Even a Tibetan doctor, I was really sure,
Wouldn’t cure the queen from self-delusion.
Pink and soft palms with pink rays of fingers
And the almond-shaped catlike eyes’ twinkle
I was watching in the picture of the dark of evenings
From you and from your Nepalese people.
Our trip finished soon as always,
With you by fire knee by knee
I was greeting the God in your face, who was gently embracing me.
You were touching slowly at parting
With your slender hands and keeping silence
Buffalo with corns along his neck, like being frightened,
And no sorrow could be seen in your eyes.
You are a usual queen like many others
I have to set off for journey home
And no one would understand what’s in the souls of ours,
Even Nepalese guides wouldn’t know.
We are leaving with the first sun rays
And again we will hardly meet,
And I am greeting the God in your face, who is saying good-bye for me.
We did not sleep with my friend together.
We smoked on verandah quietly chatting.
And remembered long and in detail with no matter
Our last rafting down the Marsiandi.
Not a lot of time’s passed since those days
There’s another man with the queen,
I am greeting the God in your face, who is now drinking here with me.