I melt. I fray. But he does not care
if I live or die.
If that stealthy thief, that duplicitous Govardhana
should even glance at me
I shall pluck these useless breasts of mine
from their roots
I will fling them at his chest
and stanuch the fire scorching me.
~ Andal, translated from Tamil by Archana Venkatesan | Art by Harding Meyer