On a sudden, 
the sight. 
Your look of light 
stills all, 


stills 
all, The curd-pot 
falls to the ground. 


Parents and 
brothers 
all call a halt. 


Prise out, they say, 
this thing from your heart. 
You've lost your path. 


Says Meera: 
Who but you 
can see in the dark 
of a heart?