One lover asked: Why do you have so many lovers?
Kiran says: You see me as one person.
I see myself as one hundred.
Krishna married so many girls.
I also deserve so many husbands.
(Kiran is telling a lie.)
If one man were able to satisfy me,
That would be great,
But I am scared of other people.
I am too scared to give love.
It is best that I break myself into hundreds of pieces,
Give a little bit of myself to many men.
That way none of them can hurt me.
That way to all of them I am like a piece of sand.
They can throw me away into the ocean.
But it will do nothing but add to the silt.