‘The Meditations of Mandavya’ Part One (3)
While on a terrace hushed I walked at night,
He came and stung my foot. My soul surprised
Rejoiced in lover’s contact; but the mind
Thought of a scorpion and was snared by forms.
Still, still my soul remembered its delight,
Denying mind, and midst the body’s pain,
I laughed contented.
[CWSA 2: 509-510]
