I am Buried in Shyam

Whatever the elders at home may say

I can never leave my treasure, my Shyam,

His beauty and charm have eaten my heart.

I constantly fear that someone will come

And cut my ribs open to take them away.

Forever I am conscious, awake day and night,

Even when in lassitude I close my eyes.

I am buried in Shyam, the shape of my loves.

Who could ever wish me to leave my loving,

I would rather eat poison than hear such words.

I have explored his beauty and found no shores,

But the god at last is standing by me.

I will fulfil my dream and let the rest go.

– Chandidas

 From: Love songs of Chandidas,: The rebel poet-priest of Bengal (UNESCO collection of representative works)  – Out of Print