That engrossing one's the work of my art, so I'll marry that damsel
Never you can, but I'll; for it's my jewels that beautified that damsel
No no, my garment's the cause of attraction, so I'll wed that damsel
But for my hand, she couldn't have lured, so mine is that damsel.
As each laying claims fantastic over that Eve, prepared
To shed blood, the bonds that shed their identity once, now snapped anon
Flesh blinded reason, as each entered the fry degenerated and depraved Erelong,
with eyes streaming, she put the warring mates to reason.
Moving like swan with a tone pathetic, she approached the first and said
Isn't Maker akin to father? Is father-daughter union approved anywhere?
You're my father and likewise, the goldsmith also's disqualified to wed
For, brothers ever strive to glorify sisters before wedding everywhere.
The froth's imbued with divine power of making and marring with wand
He's to be ranked as God; how can a mortal wed God and live grand
The weaver who strove for my manasmarakshana with his skill and labour Deserves
my hand, kindly give up war to restore maitri to its honour.
The divine wisdom breaking thro' pathetic pleas convinced the four
Throwing down gauntlets at once, each went forward with utmost joy
To make them couple by solemnisation with one mind, despite bodies four
Their noble comradeship blessed 9divya prema flow for ever with joy.
9. Divine love...