Lament of Shurpanaka

With blood stained blouses,
With stinging pain,
She cried aloud Alas!

"What is the wrong I have done?
Why did you punish
This forlorn dream?

Is this just you have done?
Is this fair you have done?

If love is a guilt,
I have done it!

If desire is a guilt,
I had done it!

Desire to own a burning sun
Desire to own a golden bee

You cut my identity
As a woman, as a mother.
I wished to have
the children of yours
whom I caress, whom I love

You left me as a eunuch
You treated me as a witch.
Neglecting my passion
And the love I kept for you

Epochs are changing,
Wheel of time still running,
Her cry touches horizons
It is still reverberating