1.
Leaving behind the oar’s steady beat,
How do I forge ahead?
Lost in the unforgiving song of reality—
How much longer must I tread?
2.
Thunder roars in my voice, endless sorrow swells in my soul,
A tempest’s furious dance through the wind!
Not a shred of fear remains—
Like the scorching fury of Shiva’s third eye,
This is Kamadeva’s own reckless, flaming defiance.