Your moon-faced love
Had never guessed
That parting hurts.
He promised he'd return tomorrow.
And I wrote everywhere on my floor:
The moon spits fire,
And loaded with fragrance
Mingle in sad love.
Oh friend, I cannot tell you
Whether he was near or far, real or a dream.
Like a vine of lightning,
As I chained the dark one,
My friend, I cannot answer when you ask me to explain
what has befallen me.
Love is transformed, renewed,
Awake, Radha, awake,
Calls the parrot and its love.
For how long must you sleep,
Clasped to the heart of your Dark-Stone?
Childhood and youth are mingled both.
Her eyes have taken the road to her ears:
Wily are her words,and her low laugh
As if the moon appeared on earth.
All my inhibition left me in a flash,
When he robbed me of my clothes,
But his body became my new dress.
Like a bee hovering on a lotus leaf
As the mirror to my hand,
the flowers to my hair,
kohl to my eyes,
tambul to my mouth,