On the night of honeymoon
The secrets of my life
Extravagant and luxurious
I had led just to influence you
The stunning beauty
What you had seen on my face
during the fortnight
was under the paint of silvery light
taken on rent
before marriage I was on debt trap
to the sun
I should tell you one more truth
Before you find on your own self
the symbol of ignominy
The black spot on my back
Given on the day
While playing hide and sick
Behind the cloud, jet black
For this reason, too
Some calls me a witch
Some calls a bloody moon
Please forgive and forget
I am here stands my true self
Before you as your faithful bride.