Beneath the twisted banyan tree,
You'll find me in my least distress,
When memories of our love possess
Your heart and soul to see.
Perhaps you thought "I've more to give",
And still more as you wrung your hands,
And thought of me in distant lands,
Before you forgot how to live.
I'll see you when I long for death,
With spices in my socks and pockets;
In saffron robe, hair top-knotted,
Dust in pores, and on my breath.
Take my ashes from the funeral pyre
And float them in the river there.
Soon you'll find me everywhere,
As our love is fulfilled by fire.