To the horror of Thine devotees
That have attained jnana and have tasted bliss,
Becoming one with Thee,
Some espoused faiths that taught cruel ways.
Them I made think clear
And turned them back.
I sought forest, sea and mountain
In search of fruits, weeds and withered leaves
That I may eat to keep life going.
Straight seeking the mystic moon's beams as goal,
I lie agitated,
Like the tower crest of a temple
Fallen at the portal front.