I can't take you to bed tonight, I can't face your face so quiet and serene, I can't feel the ripples on your lips so very placid, I can't open your eyes so tender, I can't caress your neck so slender nor can I cover my face under the monsoon clouds of your silken soft tress...
My fingers carry blood stains of my brother, I have mouthed today the slogans of terror, My eyes are crimson red with hatred and deceit, My heart is flooded with turbulence of revenge. How can I revoke love, flowers how can my hands spread to take you tonight to my bed?
The pains of torture, the solitude of prison, the horrors of war, the naked mutilated bodies on pavements, in battle fields and in places of worship frighten me even in my dreams to unrobe an innocent lamb lying coyly in my sinned arms!
I can't envenom a silent glacier I can't pollute a sacred river, Tonight I can't take you to bed I need to purify and cleanse my stained hands, my heart and my head.
I can't take you to bed tonight, Should I not first make myself worthy of your gift!
