Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow,
and dying
in her body's threads
winding tight, round
and round,
I burn
desiring what the heart desires.
Cut through, O Lord,
my heart's greed,
and show me
your way out,
O Lord white as jasmine
I do not say it is the Linga,I do not say it is oneness with the Linga,
I have fallen in love, O mother with theBeautiful One, who knows no death,
I have Maya for mother-in-law,the world for father-in-law;
I have fallen in love, O mother with theBeautiful One, who knows no death,
O Lord, listen to me if you will, listen notif you will not: I cannot rest contented
