When the arrow of Cupid fires,
It is the pain of the departed that is sweetest!

My legs are numb, dizzy feeling of embracing my beloved,
Grasses, lie down, for you be quite,
In her svelte steps is the brazen promise,
In the steal of the night! Night help!

Breathless in the branches, of my lass!
The moonlight in the garden, sprinkles silver
…and Jasmine is offered, on her tresses,
Oh touch is dissolution of my limits, sends shivers

I am drunk, on Love!
The wine cup of the God Himself!
Prosaic windows of my mind,
Open inside, a glimpse of spirit ginseng

Is this moon in my swoon?
Or you my dear, setting sway,
Oh tear’d apart, drop’d tear depart
My life, my breath, getting away!

You are Me, in the stillness of blue night sky
I enjoy the separation, this a smiling cry attest,
When the arrow of Cupid fires,
It is the pain of the departed, that is sweetest!

Hisar,15/11/2008