- Lazy greetings on a cold day! - Stayed up too late? - Too late, you think? This happens to me often. - Not good for you. - Hmm, you're right. Are you an early riser? - You could say I'm an infallible traveler through time. All my hours have turned vagabond. You're of this generation, I don't know how much of a dwelling I can build in your time! - Unwritten dwellings need not be built, only held onto. - No one can hold on, you know. People think, when I've got it, this won't be lost! - The reason for this particular dimension of thought—they don't believe in achievement, but fundamentally in captivity. Yet, the fulfillment of lifelong love lies more in being able to hold on than in being able to build a home. - Sharp person, you can extract the essence from everything!
- The word 'child of one's soul' seems complex today. - Finally, attachment! Alas... - People are essentially idealists. Some arrange earth with attachment, some draw isolated islands on earth's breast! - A boundary has formed around my expression of myself to you. - Is that like a distant violin melody? - Trees are much like humans, yet so much above! - I have trees called 'bird,' I have melody, only I cannot prevent the disruption of rhythm. - A lifetime of waiting, yet you won't say you love... Where will you go without loving! In your circumscribed circle, it's me and me, you're right there if I reach out. Yet you won't open your door! Nil, what kind of person are you?
- I have only one home, where did I put the key to that home... have you looked for it? - You're the one who threw the key into the water. Where would I find it now! Now then I'll go to the city of water! If I lose, I'll be exiled. In the dark black house, I'll become alone, I'll become destitute, I'll become anything at all. - But the body of water is fathomless.
- I'll walk alone in those depths, then one day... In the city of sun I'll tell you, Here, take the key! You'll return or you won't! I'll make an ocean with the dew from your eyes... then! Then my heart in exile...! And what you didn't say, its translation I'll keep for myself. - Love doesn't happen through words, you know, love needs attachment! So much attachment!! Kamini, Kanchan, where are you! A little attachment is desperately needed. One day you won't be able to return it, you'll see, one day I'll touch your lips, say whatever you want, I'll be intoxicated then.
- Say, can't you say something nice? Like this, for instance, today the mosquito's myna came visiting. Or, the myna-wife from the neighboring tree eloped with the brown elephant. - You want to hide, don't you Nil?! Where else will you hide, tell me, wherever you hide, you're standing right there! Nil, you know, you're a terribly serious person, completely humorless! Come, let me drown you in the moon's marsh. Even if we meet a lifetime later, I'll be able to say, you are that cloud-maiden. And I'll remain in the end... as earth's thirst. Add many zeros and see, you are the answer yourself! I'm bound to your flame tree, Nil! - The flame tree is my deepest love, I gave you just a little from it, and you got bound, silly! Do you know a very short story of life? A girl came from the sky, then returned toward the sky. The heart's sorrowful feelings play like crying sounds in solitude, someone might understand, might not.
- Indeed, some still break flame trees on the Krishna-veena. I too will break, you too will break... A cool current will flow midway, only we won't recognize each other, by the canal's edge a blue moon— bathed in evening's separation. Some want to forget again, some touch earth waiting in blue expectation. I don't see you for so long, Nil! So far, so far, how much farther? Or should I say, you burn with jealousy even to let me see you a little! I won't live much longer, reduce your pride a bit now, sudden bad news isn't good, it hurts terribly. Instead come, let's walk hand in hand, get wet in dew; let the moonlight stories remain hidden!
- Are you leaving then? - Leaving is very painful, yet people leave. I know, we'll meet on a blue afternoon, then you'll be still moss in the depths of silent water and I'll be the corpse of a blue person. - Yes, in the end in a story blue without you, I am a black rose... Like death's morning glory sways... in the cool evening, in lonely wind. Suddenly flying in one day I'll sit by your window's wall, I'll want to know so tenderly, how well my golden person is... I know, in your secret chamber too blue spring dwells, I am forever a foolish traveler—whose name is forbidden on that shore. - You and you will be well—perhaps not like the Taj Mahal, even more beautiful.
- If someday we suddenly meet on the road, face to face, what will I say as I gaze silently... Come, let there be a sip of love!