I shall not make a fuss,
nor shall I ever demand a gift,
whatever you give
is very precious to me.
No, I do not want to travel
like light beams – fast and straight,
lest I may leave behind many a friend;
Let me travel as water to touch every nook and corner.
No, give me not a pen
that traces only straight lines,
then how shall I paint her lovely eye
when the entangled tress occupies my sky?
No, give me not a crystal clear world,
for how shall I hide my Mickey
from the notorious cat;
and how can I find a safe place for you in my heart?!