Muyalaka, under your feet he lies,
Agni, in your hands he dances;
Waking up to the sound of your drum
Are all my many dormant souls.
Where is my dance, dear Lord?
Where are my anklets and
the embers of my passion?
Where on my forehead is the eye of truth?
Oh mad man, my heart lies at your feet;
My pride and womanhood destroyed.
My passion maddens, my anklets clamour;
To end my birth with this dance of fury.
“Angikam bhuvanam yasya
Vachikam sarva vangmayam
Aharyam chandra taradi
Tam vande satvikam sivam.”