Forty times I called your name and wept
Because your name is beauteous.
Was it you or an army of the righteous
I pointed to across the Ganges plain?
Your chords instructed me to dance.
I am Shiva, but I have only two hands.
I am a unicorn. My horn
Is a bridge to you across the sands.
Sackbutt and Kruimbhorn: A Masque Dirty Ditties
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