O, the Demon of Demons!
The darkest among the dark
The sinister among the storms
The venom among the milk.

It is you, who have bewitched me
I have seen you, bathing in the bluest, blackest sea
Staring at the night sky
Murmuring the ancient prayer of vanity.

I have seen you, shrieking among the lost spirits
Dismembered and dismantled beings
Coughing up bloody curses, sweeping the life off earth
I have seen you, healing them.

I have seen you sitting amidst corpses
Breathing in peace
As abused souls cry for justice
Moan in pain,
I have seen you, dance and smile along with the dejected.

I have seen you, playing with blood and ashes
I have seen you wearing a garland of bones
I have seen you kiss the Dead and burn the Life
I have seen you regenerate.

You, the Demon of Demons
Whom everyone fears to death...

But I have also seen you playing with the children
Covering yourself in mud like a five year old kid
Laughing and giggling like life is a rainbow
Filled with sweet honey and fragrant roses.

I have seen you shine like gold, fair as camphor
With a bow and arrow, a deer beside you
Your third eye shining purple, like a precious crystal
Which I wanted to touch.

I have seen you light up the sky with a thousand stars
Celebrating the arrival of Krishna
I have seen you dress as the handsomest
In the marriage of you and your beloved Uma.

I have seen you, dance among the countless destructive galaxies and countless creative suns,

I have seen you, O Pisacha!
I have seen you, Chandrasekhara!