| 31. |
Like a monkey on a tree
it leaps from branch to branch;
how can I believe or trust
this burning thing, this heart ?
It will not let me go
to my Father,
my Lord of the meeting rivers. 3
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32. |
Nine hounds unleashed
on a hare,
the body's lusts
cry out:
Let go!
Let go!
Let go! Let go!
cry the lusts
of the mind.
Will my heart reach you,
O Lord of the meeting rivers,
before the sensual bitches
touch and overtake. 3
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| 33. |
Like a cow fallen into a quagmire
I make mouths at this corner and that,
no one to look for me
or fine me
till my lord sees this beast
and lifts him out by the horns. 3
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34. |
Cripple me, father,
that I may not go here and there.
Blind me father,
that I may not look at this and that.
Deafen me, father
that I may not hear anything else.
Keep me,
at your men's feet
looking for nothing else,
O Lord of the meeting rivers. 3
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| 35. |
Don't make me hear all day
'Whose man, whose man, whose man is this '
Let me hear, 'This man is mine, mine,
this man is mine.
O Lord of the meeting rivers,
make me feel I'm a son
of the house. 3
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36. |
Siva, you have no mercy,
Siva, you have no heart.
Why why did you bring me to birth,
wretch in this world,
exile from the other ?
Tell me, Lord,
don't you have one more
little tree or plant
made just for me ? 3
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| 37. |
As a mother runs
close behind her child
with his hand on a cobra
or a fire,
the lord of the meeting rivers
stays with me
every step of the way
and looks after me. 3
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38. |
The master of the house, is he at home, or isn't he ?
Grass on the threshold
dirt in the house;
The master of the house, is he at home, or isn't he ?
Lies in the body,
lust in the heart;
no, the master of the house is not at home,
our Lord of the Meeting Rivers. 3
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| 39. |
Does ir matter how long
a rock soaks in the water;
will it ever grow soft ?
Does it matter how long
I've spent in worship
when the heart is fickle ?
Futile as a ghost
I stand guard over hidden gold,
O Lord of the meeting rivers.
3
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40. |
When a whore with a child
takes on a customer for money,
neither child nor lecher
will get enough of her.
She'll go pat the child once,
then go lie with the man once,
neither here nor there
Love of money is relentless,
my Lord of the meeting rivers.
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