Keep so many unknowns stored away for me, so many whispered secrets tucked in your sari's edge, so many unspoken words pooled in the mirrors of your eyes! I'll seek out love whenever I please! Just wait and see.
In your depths I have a private home of my own, where I listen to the Bhairavi raga! If you spoke like this... you could speak, who knows, someday a lovesick flute might say, today all the moonlight is for you, today handfuls of mist and keya flowers are for you, a slice of fragrant sunlight is for you, enchanting red offerings are for you, a myna's nest woven in jasmine vines is for you, a keya cottage on the sandy shore is for you!
What does winter whisper, girl? Rise at dawn and drench your body in dew; in the deep house you are a mahua woman! On grass blades—the arrival of a golden bride!
In how many springs does one find a misty morning? No, I didn't ask you to be calculating. Ledger books are so out of place in night's enchantment! That nectar churned from the ocean's depths—I believe in it! ...Yet still the heart yearns for someone to say, I love you!