Kali, before I fall for you again as human grace,
before her perfumed hair tickles my face,
before my heart longs to feel your touch,
Remind me that you are the scented flowers on the breeze,
the birds suddenly appearing as I sit beneath the trees,
the leaves that fall upon my face,
Kali, I beg, remind me;
this time before my attachment grows too deep,
before my eyes are doomed to weep.
Before my heart and body ache, remind me that You never forsake.