I heralded the water in the streams of summer
Twined a wreath from fragrant grasses
Contemplated clouds and islands

Marked the bird’s wings with poetry
And the broadened space

And pteros became eros
In the name of the approaching time

From a drop of rain from rain to drop
I open the fated letter
So all crickets see me
And remember me with sunshine on my lips

I remain tête-à-tête with love
I choose three things
That I want to happen always

How many songs live within me.

–Bina Kals,
translated from the Bulgarian by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)