Like a silkworm weaving

Like a silkworm weaving

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow,
and dying
in her body’s threads
winding tight, round
and round,
I burn
desiring what the heart desires.

Cut through, O lord,
my heart’s greed,
and show me
your way out,

O lord white as jasmine.

by Akka Mahadevi
English version by A. K. Ramanujan
Original Language Kannada

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