Having crossed the dark sea, proceeds
Your love's splendor;
You are the Bow Wielder's song.
Withdraw death's fangs, instilling angst,
The-long-toothed demon's morsel-fear.
By so much penance of Parvati,
With so many of Kama's ash heaps.
By the oblations of Daksha aplenty,
Came this burnt offering.
I don't find a start, middle, or end;
Musing upon the thought, I lose myself.
Singing Your ode I go ahead,
Effusing all fervid zeal.
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You gave me a love that may never be requited.
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