I arise from steamy dreams
From the sweaty sleep of night,
When the wind’s one nostril blows
And the stars are kinda bright.
I arise from dreams to pee
Yet a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows where?
Someone’s chamber window… Sweet!

My wandering airs they fart
In the dark – unsilent stream!
And “the Champak’s” odours [mine]
Disturbing like a dream;
The nightingale complains,
It dies upon my fart
As I must too perchance
For I fear I hear the cops!

O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
I have tried to run away
With my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
More farts beat loud and fast:
I press mine cheeks and hold again…
When shall it break at last!