I sat in expectation of You,
but You did not come.
Not a word of Yours could be heard.

The decoration of mango leaves on the water pot altar was useless
and useless was my threading of all floral garlands meant for offering.

The birds rush towards home in the evening light.
The night lily looking at the moon in the evening twilight starts blooming.
During this evening of mine, understand my mental agony.

The sun covered with darkness is not present in the eastern horizon.
The crimson ray of dawn never forgets anything.
Whenever You hear me, do understand my restlessness.