1 I got bored with looking at the bears Eating greedily the giving Of their great bear, And with the monkeys Climbing the trees Every day To throw fruit And fill the air with screaming and yelling. I got bored with the dogs Sniffing the corpses, With the parrots crushing the words, And with the dove deserting us Every day To die in the midst of the letter boat Searching for Noah and his great flood. 2 I got bored with waiting and non-waiting, With advantage and disadvantage, With friendship and enmity, With the charity bread And the bread soaked in blood, With the scent of meaning And the scent of meaninglessness, With heaven that never comes And with hell that stripteases every day To uncover its violent attractiveness In the circus of great torture. 3 I got bored with crying and silence, With tears and with petrified tears, With those who crossed the isthmus And sold our clothes. With those who surrounded us And stole our letters In great pleasure. 4 I got bored with mail And the post box, With the faithless friends, And the rough friends, And the thieving friends With the letter at its blazing But finds nobody to see its light. And the letter dying But finds nobody to recite upon it The first sura of the Holy Koran. 5 I got bored with war and peace, With hunting and hiding, With poverty and the ghost of poverty, With hunger and the bear of hunger, With embers put on the tongue, With the salt put in the base of the wall, With female slaves’ legs and effeminate men, With harlots’ lips, Spinsters’ breasts, And beggars’ palms. With time that turns into sand, Straw and ash. I got bored with you; Whoever you are Wherever you are I got bored with myself; I am the great bored one.