Oh, Mana Mohini,
The lightning from an unknown horizon,
The thunder like sound of anklets of Menuka;
Came into my life as Indra's vajra.
Oh, Mana Mohini,
How sweet thou, Brahama's creation -
Lustrous Ganga flowing from your skull
And swings like heavenly angel.
Her woven body flutters, as if Menuka is dancing
Angelic beauty and melodious note, which deceive
Leaps in my heart like a new born kid
And thus breaks my meditation as that of Vishwamitra.
Oh, Mana Mohini,
Let not you be the Mrig-Trishna of my life.
15.11.1992
Rangbull
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