You came with floral adornments.
What is this illusive play that enchants my mind?

You came with intoxicating sandalwood fragrance,
through rhythmic series of songs.

No hindrance is there left to lose oneself in You.
My mind does no longer want to stay at home.

In hope of You and in frenzy,
all dance in the mental sphere.

The bakul and parul flowers,
call by waving their hand.
The campa bud is intoxicated with fragrance.

Those left alone,
seek the path,
by threading You a garland.