Narsimha Mehta

Essence Of Essence Is The Birth Of The Weaker Sex

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex, For her strength alone can please the mighty hero! What's the use of this manliness, friend, When it is of no use to the lord at all? Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex! A man might attain the ultimate release, If he sticks to the path of virtue, But to indulge in the scrumptious joys of pretended anger And the lord pleading to make up and other such games, You simply have to be a woman! Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex! For her strength can please the mighty hero! Even the gods like Indra and the great sages Revere the very dust of gopis' feet, Considering themselves lesser than the gopis As they find their manhood insipid! Essence of essence the birth of the weaker sex, For her strength can please the mighty hero! Woman, the treasure trove of fortune Experiences and enjoys all day and night The very nectar, the Vedas and the Scriptures Struggle to express! Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex! Let my dreams come true My dark one, my lifter of the mountain, life of my life! For just like the master dragging the meek beast The leash of love draws Narsinh! Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex, For her strength can please the mighty hero!