Such is their greed that no part is thrown away.
Not crown, not base, not even the eyes
gouged out from the rind by the eye-eaters.
But why do I speak ill of them? I’m no better.
When I throw away the rind my eyes fill with tears.
I don’t want to be called Eye-eater by others.

Add a dash of salt, a squeeze of lime,
a spoon of sugar as divine as Chaitanya.
Eat it bit by bit, let the mouth fill with juice,
and watch the child Krishna dance and drool.