Are you asleep? That”s better. Sleep.
I don”t want to wake you up, woman
Sleep.
At this cold-stricken night
If I die bleeding with cold-stroke
I don”t care, I”ll sacrifice myself
With winter-noose on my neck
Still I”ll not wake you, woman
I”ll not make electricity
Churning your warm body.
Woman, are you asleep? Sleep.
Your sleeping body is like Rodin”s sculpture
It”s exquisitely unique.
In this deadly cold winter
You remain unmoving stone like Ahalya.