Canto of Begging - 5 To 7

5. all long the day i beg i beg rice pulses oil salt royal blood in exchange i also distribute peace… peace… and peace… and the horses of the gypsies making a dip-swimming in the peace-water in the canto of my begging holding a whole body of love i learn how to be burnt by the shadow of the trees i give up all my courage to book a room in your youth only for me 6. going upstairs on the railway foot-bridge i see the strong light of neon-lamps the girl from the avtar of the flex induced trance the aroma of chhatim-flower in the air and the song of a blind-beggar with tambourine those neon-light flex-women beggar’s-song and flower odour i see they are all alive in the canto of my begging under the evening-star 7. in the canto of my begging at the day’s end the moon that rises behind the rain-tree i put up in her hands the lemon-leaves the water-balloons the goal-kicks that i have had throughout the day by begging and i beg from her the magic-wand by the touch of which the date-palm that was someday burnt by a thunder-bolt in front of the church looks very infatuating and my dress as a beggar gradually becomes a royal-dress