Seeing the life and its sorrow Urged to escape from this prison At the Smashana I would find, Boon of a thoughtless existence! To cut the clothing of karma! Atoned to the voiceless voice Asana of a fresh corpse Woundless corpse of a warrior
I have seen the unseen! Dreadful yet blissful! Trapped inside this circle I have made to conjure
Suddenly nothing No more light, no sound All I see before me is… The blazing eye of wisdom