I hear talk about the famous.
I hear talk about different cities.
The most intimate events of families come to my ears.
I hear about temples and mosques and saints.
All that can be said I have heard.
All that can be wanted I have seen.
My interest in this world has waned though,
not because I am depressed.
A fish in a bowl I was,
a bottom feeder,
but now I nurse upon a breast in the sky.