held in the form of nectar and vital fluid and digressed in nectar and vital fluid swiftly it comes and engulfs and fast it turns in to a fire it is the warmth of the side towards the fire and it is the freezing other side it is the shine and it is the anger and it is the royal instinct and it is also the sexual instinct Impatient it is yet it is sure hey it is ready but not at ease (without worry) it is in the mother's care (as Indian women call their son lal or red) and when it is hidden under fabric layers its hiding (people in India used to wear a layered cloth piece to hide ruby when on transit) yes it is red thats is red... red it is
here is a loose translation of the poem...
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and
digressed in nectar and vital fluid
swiftly it comes and engulfs
and
fast it turns in to a fire
it is the warmth of the side towards the fire
and
it is the freezing other side
it is the shine and it is the anger
and
it is the royal instinct and it is also the sexual instinct
Impatient it is yet it is sure
hey it is
ready but not at ease (without worry)
it is in the mother's care (as Indian women call their son lal or red)
and
when it is hidden under fabric layers its hiding (people in India used
to wear a layered cloth piece to hide ruby when on transit)
yes it is red
thats is red... red it is