In desire's blossoms, in the jewel of eyes, desire by the ocean's shore; when it awakened, the world awakened too tearing sorrow's veil away.
That spring night in the mahua grove I stayed awake till dawn, the honey-full moon smiled bright for you alone.
It had strung a garland of star-flowers to adorn you with its light; not finding you, in deepest grief it hid beneath the blue.
The young dawn stirred, the crimson aurora awakened with melodious call, and you, you came to stand there then in dawn's expanding embrace.
Who broke your sleep, beloved, singing that sleep-breaking song? Have you heard the note of longing of one who returns, seeking you?