On the viina of my heart, with new charm, what a wonderful ragini have You played?
In the showering rain, with what hopes have You called me out of my home? Why?
The flower petals have fallen off, only thorns are left. My flower garden has lost its fragrance. Yet, in the flowless river of my mind, why did You flood an upstream current?
The celebrations of light spread far and wide. Layers of darkness vanished away. Into my robbed life, into my empty heart, why did You shower brightness of novelty?