She places me in the homakund
And burns away the effigies of my pride.
Her blessings come with a burning singe
Which if i can forbear,
Will transform me
Into the sacred vibhuti for Shiva’ ajna.
If it’s my destiny to become a martyr
To their sacred love,
Why may i question what may happen of me
In their Leela of union.
Whatever happens…So be it!
So be it!