Arise, O the Love of My Love, Resolve To Make Love

The light is drunk with the darkness of the life, and as the dead leaf blown, hither and 'thither by the wind, it is lurching on the eonaeon of time, where death stalks freely as the visage of the strife. O my love! It’s time for us to ease, the secret of our heart, and waft them to the haven of our trust. Let us feel the embrace of freedom in our arms, and bury the tears in the chasm of our smiles. Arise, O the love of my life, resolve to burn the candle of our love, and be one, with the Sun and Moon in our eyes, under its shade, on the balmy couchette, in the train of our life. If however, we abstain from our union then we would incur sin. Alas! We ought to grieve. Besides, they will joke of our barrenness. And for us, held in a plethora, barrenness is worse than the death. We will fall into disgrace. Arise, O the love of my life, resolve to make love. Overcome your shyness, close your eyes, and then you will see, what has never been seen before. I bet, my love, seeing, which has not been seen before, by anyone else than us, we will be elated with pride, and feeling, which has not been felt before, through our grace, we will be blessed. We will be blessed. How then could there be one holier than us? Not even the sacred, “Bagmati”, that flows in our heart.