On this rain-bathed evening,
through the pollen and fragrance of the ketaki flower,
love keeps floating.

Crossing the enclosure between the known and the unknown,
the peacock of my mind rushes towards the infinite.

The arbor of nipa trees swings today.
In the bamboo grove there is greenness.
The pale, yellow grass has become green.
The river overflows.
Engulfing both its shores,
it vanishes in the distance.

Sitting alone in a corner of my house,
I sing my song,
to make You listen when no one is there.
Amidst the roar of storms,
I found melody,
overwhelming me with satisfaction,
both inside and outside.