After the cows come home And the sun goes down And the moon spills milk
As the world shuts its eyes Withdrawing its senses Like a still tortoise
I awaken to life Perched upon the Parijata; Taking unto myself the agony of the world in silent contemplation. What of the haunt of the night Before the haunt of my heart!
Parijata is a mythical tree supposed to be in Heaven. Associated with the love story of Lord Krishna and Satyabhama