Into the capsule of memory,
Casting aside life\'s obligatory parts,
How do I navigate contemporary strife?
How long will I sing the song of bitter truth,
Forgetting oneself in the realm of ruth.
A thunderstorm attacks my throat,
Infinity draped in a coat of pain,
Performing the Tandava dance,
Through the breezy gaze of space!
Nothing differs,
Everything here is suffering!
As if the adventurous, billowy dance of great Kamadeva,
Reduced to ashes by the rage of Tryambakam, Lord Mahadeva.