Vish Kanya Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I am a poisonous woman.
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
It's an irony of fate I fell in love with you,
Since my birth I was given a spoon of honey,
That was blended with a diluted poison,
With the growing, concentration was increased,
And when puberty made me an exciting beauty,
Nothing was left in me,
Poison only poison!

I am a poisonous woman,
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
I cannot kiss you even,
Even my breaths are poisonous,
I am an exploited woman,
Love is a forbidden fruit for me,
Adam and Eve were sent on earth,
I shall not be sent anywhere,
I shall be burnt alive with you.

I am a poisonous woman,
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
I could not kill you, how could I!
If you really love me, please do a favor,
Tonight when I sleep with my lips on your feet,
Insert your dagger in my restless bosoms,
Burn my dead body and collect my ashes,
Disperse my ashes in the holy Ganges,
I am hopeful of a life that'll be free of poison!

(In Gupta period of Indian History, beautiful girls were prepared by giving poison to the girls and quantum of poison was gradually increased. Ultimately these girls were grown up in a poisonous woman called "Vish Kanya".)