Milk and clear honey, wild rice and lentil
These tasty four have I fed thee
So hear me, beloved

I made glitter the floor of thy home
With garland of flame lily adorned thee
I have lit the lamps of thy mother
Begged her for an auspicious marriage

Kali, the demon-slayer, demanded
Her sacrifice of innocent blood
She dances on my girl companions
Mother, we are thine

Let them not mourn me
For I have been as the grass, the worm,
the slug, rooted as a tree
in this land where the old gods roam

For all these reasons, beloved
Fan out thy elephant ears
Open thy slumbering eyes
Concentrate on my prayer

Make speedy as light thy law
May the boomrang of action begin
May I see the circle complete
the universe reverberate thy voice

Measure out our lives in spoonfuls,
The madness of our mothers,
Our broken fathers, the village elders
Who must outlive the last child

Forget not for any his portion
All action has consequence
Each step makes marks, before and after
Measure with diligence

Portions for the global politicians
For the airmen, the gunmen, the suppliers of munitions,
For the newsmen who will deny us,
The bureaucrats who will not confirm us

All good men who look the other way
May they know, the madness of our mothers,
Our broken fathers, our hollowed elders
May we see the circle complete

Forgive me that I do not forgive
May the wheel turn for me again
Thou art light beyond all imagination
Mercy is thy form

May he who dances for the world
Dance for me,
Show me the worlds that I do not know
Beloved, lets do it now.