So, do my words keep returning to her ?
Across these plains of my body
her comings and goings never end,
my longing is like the hazy thirst of a
burnt summer day,
so what else can I possibly do ?

You don't know her, does that mean
I search for her in vain ?
Do you know the straight rays of that sun,
have you ever unwound your dreams
in moonlight, in the light from those
teary living eyes,
do you think this day and night does not exist
just because you don't know it ?

Is that sky just stored like your savings
in a corner of your room;
Extensive and unknown wilderness might
scare you,
but still is that lake just stuffed
with matsyanaya,
and she just worthless and insubstantial ??

So listen, I'll tell you about your way of life,
or maybe it's just your job,
why follow a crooked path in life,
lower that compound interest and spread
a little love all around,
why do your accounting books overshadow
your earth,
how long can you practise such falsehood ??

Does my conversation keep returning to her ?
Across the plains of my heart her comings
and goings never stop,
it is a palm-fringed lake or river, it
swells with waves
and calls to her, its blue waters tremble deep -
you don't know her yet ??
I'll make you know her.