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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.