Nino Nikolov: Confusion

When confusion reigns
and the waitress begins to think
that the hungry exist for her,
and the air hostess begins to think
that the passengers exist for her,
and the pharmacist begins to think
that the patient exists for her,
and the reviewer begins to think
that the author exists for her—
and not the other way about:

When confusion reigns
I too, my love, begin to think
that you were made for me.

(Translated by Ewald Osers)