Go back again

Listen here, young man,
what shall I tell you—you'd better just go back!
Because the kind of lover you've come looking for,
that's not me at all, boy!

So you'd better just turn around and go, understand?
I was born in this century, yet I say this—
you're quite amazed in your heart, aren't you?
That's exactly why I'm not your lover,
and you're not mine either!

I was born in this century, true enough,
but mentally...well...what do you call it in your language...
yes, I was born in some quite backdated century!

Listen, all this excess of literature in your thoughts—
does that excess stay only on the written page?
Or does it also wander about on life's page?
It doesn't, does it?
See...what kind of person you are!

Boy, I can see that you have...
literature and your own life in two separate directions!
Mine is nothing like that at all, dear!
How can literature and life have two faces for me—
all my literature is right here on life's path!

Yes, you'd understand all this quite well...
if only you'd been born in that backdated century!
There, only love is sought,
never this fashionable romance of yours!

So I'm telling you, boy,
you'd better go back this time!
I'm simply not your kind of fashionable lover!
Now, if you're so determined to make me your beloved...
all the claims and demands of kohl-dark eyes
and jasmine flowers in disheveled hair—do you understand any of that?
Boy, do you really understand anything at all?

Do you understand...the smile of pure joy and the dark-skinned friend?
Well, let me put it simply! Do you understand at all
the loose end of an untidy sari and hands full of silk bangles?
You don't understand any of it! Isn't that right, boy?

If you don't understand all this, how will you understand me?
I told you from the start...
I'm simply not your kind of fashionable lover!
So I'm saying, listen, good boy,
why don't you just go home now!