Apparitions gleam emerge

Becoming visible as the rope tightens

A moment of chaste solemnity

Calmness, eyes roll back

Beholding still, in the verbal mind

Motivated in its full soreness

For even a drop might quench the aching

Die! Die! Die a thousand deaths!

Of a wanton false womb at last

Die! Die o Yogi, for sweet is dying!

Countless vessels left in the drought!

Die! Die! Die the Unknown Death!

Infinitе causal bodies stripped

Thoughtless еnlightenment

Cursing the waters that giveth life

Torn are into ashes the hands

Still holding in the mirror

Thine unholy Mudra at Heart!

Severed Head afloat

For time has failed

And bent to his will

A profound Offering

Projected into the (Infinite)

Web of Labirinthe Tunnels!

The eyes have molten

Uneager for the other than Flame

Alight, rising his Temple

Rising in movelessness

His holy Asana

The Unknown True Death of no Return