Fire God hath no fury Namo Namah Her surma-laden tributaries. The pious pundit rants Successive, dangerous chants She throws her head backwards In hysteria Matam ki khushi, matam ka sama. A thousand bowed heads A thousand devoted faces The blood-curdling jarring Of maha-ghantis Holy intoxication of the havan-kund But Dharma resides in only one. No, Dharma sees no one. Yagya karo, yagya karo Karna- the greatest danveer Comes down from the heavens today, they said He will prowl the streets in disguise He will have gold coins in his pockets. Heaven-manufactured, heaven-sealed! Who’s the holiest of them all? Bound to get lucky, that bugger! And then the men combated For the best spot by the fire And the women wore bandhinis and laheriyas The children cried. Dharma peeped from the window Karna tousled her hair. “Women have dressed for you.” He smiled.