Smashan Tara

Smell the putrid stench of death,
Amongst the glowing heat,
of a sacred funeral pyre.
She, the one with three staring, lotuslike eyes,
And four arms, swinging in ecstasy!

Her pale, charming and
terrifying appearance slowly captures,
every aspect of your being!

Smashan Tara!

Bearing the fire of the end of times,
And the blazing Universe.
The flame of knowledge,
It radiates around the pyre,
Leading all fleshly distortions
And mundane creations,
Into the consuming ashes of selflessness!

A shimmering night-blue complexion.
Roaming amidst skulls and bones,
With rays of light out of her eyes,
Her wild and unrestrained dance,
Pervades your whole body and
Fills it with the wisdom of emptiness,
From beyond the limits of existence.