How many times have I visited your home?
Everytime you’ve played the perfect host
And everytime I have gone astray
You’ve embraced me with your loving gaze
C’mon Baba! Why do you forgive me so easily?
I, who live in a harem of temptations,
Surrounded by voluptuous desires
C’mon Baba! Don’t sit there and smile at me
That I have to close my eyes and see my ego bleed
Its painful! Its painful! Its painful!
How many times have I visited your home?
How many times have I profaned its sanctity?
And everytime you’ve made me realize
The world is merely a reflection of what one is within
C’mon Baba! Don’t tease me day and night
And remind me that the body is a mere mistress
And the soul -the eternal mate
C’mon Baba! Reprimand me once a while
Whenever I dance with the serpent
Intoxicated by the cup of moonlight
Everytime I have visited your home
Everytime you’ve played the perfect host
And everytime I take your leave
I realize you are the guardian of my heart.
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