When I dream of you dear
I dream of the rose
I dream of the sweet grass
I dream of the clouds
streaming over the steep
like a flock of sheep.
When I hear the lark
I dream of the azure sky
glittering with countless stars
twinkling like your eyes.

I feel your presence
fragrant as the champak
blooming in the bushes
green and green for ever
I touch your white hands
your golden locks of hair
your eyelids, your eyes
With my dreams splendorous

The vernal breeze blows
bringing good news for lovers
with the cuckoo singing
palash bursting in crimson hue

I wait for your coming
Again I dream for the rose
bloomin.......