[A] Damn my awkwardness on encountering your beauty, always too much To bear. Dear, to hear what I wanted to say tonight, listen to the nightly rain.

You keep vanishing, yet return as dark memory occasionally returns when I see a face framed in the window of a train, barreling down into heavy rain.

Your eyes always open within mine, as certain dark Lilies slowly push their heads out into this spring rain.

[B] To caress your hair with these crude hands, to cradle your body of stars In a language, which is only spoken between a field of grass and the rain!

When will my body hum with music, that slap of water against stone? Only when I can hear your quick laughter, always flaming in the rain!

Who has played Holi in your alley today? Who is she who has colored you today? And whose handprints cover your eyes, Sashi? Surely these are not that of rain!