Milarepa

Master scolds me when he finds

My hands stretch in lazy veins

Master with all fire will chide

When I harbour a little pride.

Later, by the light of the moon,

Tells, 'my rebuke's a holy boon.

For then I labour with delight

To fetch for you a heavenly light.'

I'm a sunflower standing in the desert

Scorched, consumed by a forbidden delight.