At the time when the day was drawing on
All creatures rose from the ashes
And the sundial stopped ticking for a moment
Nothing seemed to be in a hurry.

You stepped in conjugal violence
Just to create a further uproar in the neighbouring area
You alighted from the fire of pyre.

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