Hair Pillow

A pillow
You must also possess
Stuffed with the strands of hair
Of the women you loved.
A share from it
Is your wife’s.

A childhood sweetheart
With a peacock eye
Is concealed behind
Her strands heavy
With the scent of oil.

I know you will not unlock
The chambers knowingly.
Still,  I have felt like
Dislodging the strands
Of your third lover
With ample thighs and starry eyes.

But, I give that up
Because I know
My own tresses
are strewn over them
growing wild
and wadding the pillow.
 
 

                            Transl. by Ravi Shanker