I do not know
how many ages came and went
while I remained sitting and waiting for You.

I forget days, dates and time,
I forget who came and when,
but I do not forget You.

Due to the fall of ochre dust in summer,
many bamboo groves languish away.
The impact of floods of heavy rain
has uprooted and floated away innumerable homes.
I am unable to keep count of it.

In the soft winter moonlight,
with the fragrance of shefali flowers,
nectar flows.
The colours of love in my life seem to fade,
and yet, I cannot think of anything but You.