From the time of the womb
a fire burns;
Come, Mind, let’s sit at Kali’s feast.
I am hungry for nectar,
always in search of it.
The flame of my appetite burns;
look at all those delicacies of love
daubed with sandalwood paste
and arranged in layers
on the platter of devotion!
To the right of my tongue stands one woman,
another to my left;
through austerities involving these two channels
the kundalini awakes.
In the lap of darkness, on the empty path
amongst the lotuses in the body
Dinram, the bee
delights in drinking that honey.