to evacuate the stinginess I hold for it.
Because I forgot it in the insanities of the out curls
My pleasures now driven by dampness of the futile small things.
Tasting the superficial jaggery, I forgot the taste of the pure dew.
I forgot the ambrosia which takes me to my evolution
from this rugged body to my immortal soul
to quench the thirst of love for my eternal lord.