O great deep ocean,
the lord entered into you,
mixed and churned you,
deprived you of your nectar.
That lord of illusion
entered into me too,
churned me,
deprived me of my essence.
Go to the serpent who is the lord's couch,
tell him of my endless sorrow
that he may plead for me.

(Vidya Dehejia, Antal and Her Path of Love: Poems of a Woman Saint from South India, 1990)