Why do I keep loving you, again & again, life after life?
I am trapped in a cycle of birth & death, as a prisoner of just this love
You have made my world a paradise & life a boon of rebirth
Your every touch vibrates the strings of my heart, playing the endless tune of love;
Why do I keep hiding my secrets, again & again, in poem after poem?
I am asleep in a cycle of dreams & reality, where only you are there
You have made my hours colourful & everyday a festival
Your every utterance arouses my creative skill, spreading the secret of divine love;
Why do I keep wandering from shore to shore in life after life?
I am ordained to exist, in a cycle of union & separation, as just your lover
You have made my dreams real & every birth a fantasy
Your every form reflects creations illusory art, illumining the indelible image of love;
Why do I keep imagining your countless names again & again in poem after poem?
I am blessed in a cycle of sleep & awakening, as a poet of just this love
You have made my works mystical & these lines metaphoric
Your every idol is a sketch in my canvas, mixed with colours of timeless love;
Why do you keep mounting Garuda again & again, flying from myth to myth?
I am without wings in a cycle of seasons, where love is evergreen
You have made my every season a harvest & life a paddy field of love
Your every whisper is an unknown tune which lulls me into an eternal sleep of love;
Why do I keep losing count of hours again & again, time after time?
I am without a sundial in a cycle of dawn & dusk, where you are the sun of love
You have made my mind your vrindavana & my heart ebb with your flute music
Your every stare is an emblem of mystery in my dreams, arousing the stranger feeling of love;
Why do I keep remembering you again & again, life after life?
I am an immortal in love in a cycle of days & nights, in just your shade
You have made your world mine & my every desire a flute note
Your every fancy merges as the moon in the sky of dreams, radiant with beacons of my love;
Why do I keep following you again & again, age after age?
I am spellbound by illusions in a cycle of joy & sorrow, where only you are real
Your every name is chanted out of supreme love of devotion
While, I, your Radha, pines to unite with the only reality of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem