Amba

Red, the colour so bright

Despair she is destined no one's bride. 

Her sole, imbibed royalty

Now walk on barren trail of loyality. 

She flies like a phantom, 

Of despondence turned fierce revenge. 

Trechareous jungles, pricks her arrows

No men suffice her revenge hollo. 

Red, the colour so dark. 

Revenge - the bow, death - the arrow

And women - lament and sorrow. 

She aims the adamant arrow

Pierced pitamaha - avenged - hollo!

She is Amba, the woman warrior.