“Your body is my body,”
you used to say,
and it has come true,
Muvva Gopala.

Though I was with you
all these days,
I wasn’t sure.

Some woman has scratched
nail marks on your chest,
but I’m the one who feels the hurt.

You go sleepless all night,
but it’s my eyes
that turn red.
“Your body is my body,” you used to say

Ever since you fell for that woman,
it’s my mind
that’s in distress.

When I look at those charming love bites
she has left on your lips,
it’s my lip that shakes.
“Your body is my body,” you used to say

Maybe you made love
to another woman,
for, O lord who rules me,
my desire is sated.

Forgive me, Gopala,
but when you come back here,
I’m the one who feels small
with shame.
“Your body is my body,” you used to say