My days pass by in pain and pleasure,
yet, You still don't come.

Though I see light,
the dark curtain,
covering me up in deep blackness,
is not removed.

The soft smile of my flower
silently fades in the depth of the night.

The nectar of the full moon
is destroyed
by the hunger of time,
and the moon
becomes overpowered
by the shadow Rahu.

Looking at it all,
my mind sorrows
but is unable to speak.

Yet, somehow, I secretly console my mind,
asking myself:

Why these imaginations of light and shade?
Tell me why You created this world?