If you want to come
Come being the eruption of volcano
Come with the vehemence of cyclone
But come never in the palanquin of velvety assurances
Fed up I am to stand and wait for harvests of happiness
So please look!
Fire in my blood has now reached puberty
You can’t guess when it will have an affair
With the petrol-like slight rushing in my veins
And efface my name for good
O my dear Muse!
I implore you to dole me out
Such a moment of creation
That will bear a stamp of my being
For ages and ages
And you know the rest
Nobody would tell apart
The ashes of Alexander and mine
When I would not be around.