My love, you are a princess, I but a wandering ascetic. The earth yearns for my bones, I scrape at its love. Shades and demons stride my way, the heavens hue dead. You lay, my love. In love, on love. My touch destroys, withers, inflames. I touch your life, your breast, your heart.
King’s daughter, naked vagabond
Opium paste, grind me thus
Eyes skyward, my abode
Regent’s blood, friendless I roam
Pull tight thy silks, cold night
I embrace, why love me?
O nightingale, hard icy hail
Lies silent, soft grass nay
Darkness I infest, why?
Princelings glance, opulence aye
Sufficience, marriage be
Forth, they lay, sufficience.
I am an ascetic, friend to spirits, I dance the dance of death, smoke is my abode, no truth my truth. You shall shiver, the cosmos will scream, will the fires frighten you.
Serpents coil round my neck, my matted hair, ash-smeared my visage, my furious glare.
I am the destroyer, no love I know, no love I bear.
Princelings with locks soft, await your tread, your assent, your care
Why venture love these matted hair?
Why climb, why leave
The love of the world
I love you, my love shall burn
This world, this instant, this universe is gone to ash.
The ash I smear on my forehead
The death of life, of love
Your hair on fire, the ruins of love
Is my love for you.
