Shards of glass, violent explosions

Flowing emotions, buckwheat honey

Slowly spreading no different than a plague

A profuse smell, lost in its image

Confused, concepts so vague

Honey, a blessing

Unfortunate stressing

It’s image couldn’t escape me

Was it a curse? A sign?

Stingers piercing, praying knees

Heavens valleys filled, honey and milk

Finest carpets, beauteous wool and silk

Transmission of a message

From the skies to the earth

Evil eye, no merriment or mirth